Now Ancient Shadows Flee

Now an­cient sha­dows flee

Now night and ter­ror cease;

Thy God

O earth

be­gins with thee

A co­ve­nant of peace.

He who is Light of light

The true un­cloud­ed sun

Bleeds to re­move sad na­ture’s blight

From wrongs that we have done.

This day He doth be­stow

The first-fruits of that blood

Which will here­af­ter rich­ly flow

To be our cleans­ing flood.

He takes that sac­red name

At which we bend the knee;

Oh

how be­fit­ting Him who came

Our sac­ri­fice to be.

The Son who gave His blood

The Fa­ther of our Lord

The Holy Ghost—one God most good

For ever be adored.