249. On this day, the first of days

On this day, the first of days,

God the Father's Name we praise;

Who, creation's Fount and Spring,

Did the world from darkness bring.

On this day th' Eternal Son

Over death His triumph won;

On this clay the Spirit came

With His gifts of living flame.

Oh! that fervent love to-day

May in every heart have sway,

Teaching us to praise aright

God the Source of life and light.

Father, who didst fashion me

Image of Thyself to be,

Fill me with Thy love divine,

Let my every thought be Thine.

Holy Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee;

And, by love inflamed, arise

Unto Thee a sacrifice.

Thou who dost all gifts impart,

Shine, Sweet Spirit, in my heart;

Best of gifts Thyself bestow;

Make me burn Thy love to know.

Dwell within my heart alone;

Thou dost give Thyself to me,

May I give myself to Thee.