Kind Framer of the firmament,
Their light eternal, who believe,
Christ, hear us, and our cries prevent,
Savior of all, our prayers receive:
Who, sorrowing that by death’s sharp sting
The race of man should come to naught,
Hast saved a world, when languishing,
And healing to the guilty brought.
The world fast waning to its eve—
Like bridegroom, from His vaulted home,
He deigned that noblest shrine to leave
The blessèd mother’s virgin womb.
He, at whose name all bend, and bow
To His Almightiness the knee,
In Heav’n above and earth below,
Confessors of His majesty.
Thee we implore, O holy Lord—
For Thou wilt come our judge to be,
From us in every season ward
The arrows of the enemy.
Praise, honor, might and glory meet,
To God the Father and the Son;
And to the holy Paraclete,
While everlasting ages run.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are Ancient Latin (Conditor Alme Siderum), sometimes attributed (probably in error) to Ambrose of Milan, and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
