Classic Poem

In the dark and silent night,
Ere has broke the lonely light,
We arise, to thee to pay,
Lord, the service of this day.

Holy Comforter, to thee
Our glad praises offer we;
With the eternal Father one,
One with the eternal Son.

Pity this frail flesh of ours,
Which, with all his subtle powers,
The old tempter would assail;—
Let him not, O Lord, prevail.

Lord, to thee the flock pertains;
Let it not be held in chains;
Thou, O Jesus, with thy blood,
Hast redeemed that flock to God.

Loving, gracious Shepherd, keep
Watch o'er these thy wand'ring sheep;
Bring them to the fold above
On the shoulders of thy love.

Smite the hellish enemy,
Bid the Prince of darkness flee;
Drive the robber-fiend away,
From his jaws, Oh pluck the prey.

Triumph now, O Christ, our Lord!
Angel-choirs, with glad accord,
Sound the praises of our King,
Holy, holy, holy, sing.

Glory to the Father give;
Glory to the equal Son;
Glory to the Spirit give,
While eternal ages run.