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Oh ! from earth to heaven restored, Mighty re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany !
Sir Robert Grant. I
Saviour, who, exalted high In Thy Father's majesty, Yet vouchsafst Thyself to show To Thy faithful flock below ; Foretaste of that blissful sight, When, arrayed in glorious light, Beaming with paternal grace, They shall see Thee face to face : Saviour, though this earthly shroud Now my mortal vision cloud, Still Thy presence let me see, Manifest Thyself to me !
Son of God, to Thee I cry:
By the holy mystery
Of Thy dwelling here on earth,
By thy pure and holy birth,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb ;
By the light, through midnight gloom
Bursting on the shepherds' gaze ;
By the angels' song of praise :
By the leading of the star,
The Eastern sages' guide from far ;
By their gifts, with worship meet
Offer'd at thy infant feet:
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me !
Man of sorrows, hear me cry ! By Thy great humility ;