Father of Spirits, Whose Divine Control

Father of spir­its

whose di­vine con­trol

Doth bind the soul and bo­dy in­to one;

Thou wilt re­store this bo­dy now un­done;

For once it was the man­sion of a soul

Where dwelt the glow­ing wis­dom of Thy Son.

Thou

mak­er of the bo­dy

dost or­dain

That this Thine im­age

mold­ed by Thy will

Our ev­ery hope in glo­ry shall ful­fill;

So

till the bo­dy Thou dost build again

Thou wilt pre­serve the spir­it freed from ill.

In that blest re­gion shall this spir­it dwell

Where flow­ers un­dy­ing bloom on ev­ery side:

For lo

we trust Thy Word

O Cru­ci­fied

When in Thy tri­umph ov­er death and hell

The thief for­giv­en took Thee for his guide.

Our bro­ther go­eth by the shin­ing way

That ev­er to the faith­ful op­en lies:

Lord

train Thy serv­ant now in para­dise

And bless him in his fa­ther­land

we pray

Till Thou shalt bid his bo­dy to arise.