1. Creator of the world, to thee
an endless rest of joy belongs;
and heavenly choirs are ever free
to sing on high their festal songs.

2. But we are fallen creatures here,
where pain and sorrow daily come;
and how can we in exile drear
sing out, as they, sweet songs of home?

3. O Father, who dost promise still
that they who mourn shall blessèd be,
grant us to weep for deeds of ill
that banish us so long from thee:

4. but, weeping, grant us faith to rest
in hope upon thy loving care;
till thou restore us, with the blest,
their songs of praise in heaven to share.

5. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom heaven and earth adore,
from men and from the angel-host
be praise and glory evermore.