Adeste Fideles

Sacred body, wan and worn Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn By thy passion, kiss divine Fill my heart and make it thine Purest victim, stainless priest Thou the host and thou the feast By the pains thou didst endure Cleanse my soul and make it pure Oh, thou, who camest from above Kindle a flame of sacred love Alleluya, Deus Fons amoris, spiritus Thou art fairer than the children of men: full of grace are thy lips. My heart is inditing of a good matter, I speak of the things which I have made unto the King: my tongue is the pen Song of joy, eternal lay At your feet I kneel and pray Blind, I pray that I may see Bound, I pray to be made free Loving shepherd of thy sheep At your feet, prostrate, I weep Sinful, sighing to be blest Weary, waiting for my rest Oh, love, I give myself to thee Thine ever, only thine to be Alleluya, Deus Amor quam ecstaticus I am risen and am still with thee, thou hast laid thine hand upon me, thou hast searched me out and known me: thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising Blessed martyr, holy one Thou the father, thou the son What is rigid, gently bend What is frozen, warmly tend Lover of the virgin womb Thou tile sun and thou the moon What is wounded, work its cure What is soiled, make thou pure Oh, master, it is good to be Thine ever, only thine to see Alleluya, Deus Veni, sancte spiritus Mine eyes are ever towards the Lord, for he shall pluck my feet out of the net: 1ook thou upon me, and have mercy upon me, for I am desolate, afflicted, and in misery