From God the Father, virgin-born To us the only Son came down; By death the font to consecrate, The faithful to regenerate. Beginning from His home on high In human flesh He came to die; Creation by His death restored, And shed new joys of life abroad. Glide on, O glorious Sun, and bring The gift of healing on Your wing; To every dull and clouded sense The clearness of Your light dispense. Abide with us, O Lord, we pray; The gloom of darkness chase away; Your work of healing, Lord, begin, And take away the stain of sin. Lord, once You came to earth???s domain And, we believe, shall come again; Be with us on the battlefield, From every harm Your people shield. To You, O Lord, all glory be For this Your blest epiphany; To God Whom all His hosts adore, And Holy Spirit evermore.