John Brownlie (trans.) · 59 of 130

V: He Who made the earth His home

He Who made the earth His home, Infant holy, 'Alleluia! Now ascends the azure dome;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

Long on rugged ways He trod, Footsore, weary, 'Alleluia! Calling wanderers back to God;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

Gone from earth, His wanderings o'er, Toil is ended, 'Alleluia! See Him upward, heavenward soar;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

He Who bare the Cross in woe, Faint, and falling, 'Alleluia! Seeks the path where sunbeams go;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

On the awful cross He hung, Faint, and bleeding, 'Alleluia! Death and hell their arrows flung;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

'Alleluia! all is past,-- Death and dying, 'Alleluia! Life immortal's won at last;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!

'Alleluia! all is ended, All He came for, 'Alleluia! And our Victor hath ascended;-- Praise Him, 'Alleluia!