Whose script should be the future’s heritage.
Lo! we have written; shall we dare to see
The closed book opened in eternity?
II.
Jesu, Redemptor! at thy feet we kneel,
Who burn the tapers round the dying year;
Rest we beseech for him that lieth here,
And on the blotted page thy mercy’s seal.
Through this dark night we wait with hope the day,
Ready the handmaid of thy grace to greet