Isaiah 45:8

• [Isa 45:8] Rorate

  Rorate coeli desuper! Heavens, distil your balmy showers; For now is risen the bright Daystar, From the rose Mary, flower of flowers: The clear Sun, whom no cloud devours, Surmounting Phoebus in the east, Is comen of His heav’nly towers, Et nobis puer natus est. Sinners be glad, and penance do, And thank your Maker heartfully; For He that ye might not come to, To you is comen, fully humbly, Your soulès with His blood to buy, And loose you of the fiend’s arrest, And only of His own mercy; Pro nobis puer natus est. Celestial fowlès in the air, Sing with your notès upon the height, In firthès and in forests fair Be mirthful now at all your might; For passèd is your dully night; Aurora has the cloudès pierced, The sun is risen with gladsome light, Et nobis puer natus est. Sing, heaven imperial, most of height, Regions of air make harmony, All fish in flood and fowl of flight, Be mirthful and make melody; All Gloria in excelsis cry, Heaven, earth, sea, man, bird and beast; He that is crowned above the sky Pro nobis puer natus est.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Isaiah 45:18

• [Isa 45:18] Great Former Of This Various Frame

  Great Former of this various frame, Our souls adore Thine awful Name; And bow and tremble while they praise The Ancient of eternal days. Thou, Lord, with unsurprised survey, Saw’st nature rising yesterday; And, as tomorrow, shall Thine eye See earth and stars in ruin lie. Beyond an angel’s vision bright, Thou dwell’st in self existent light; Which shines, with undiminished ray, While suns and worlds in smoke decay. Our days a transient period run, And change with every circling sun; And, in the firmest state we boast, A moth can crush us into dust. But let the creatures fall around; Let death consign us to the ground; Let the last general flame arise, And melt the arches of the skies: Calm as the summer’s ocean, we Can all the wreck of nature see, While grace secures us an abode, Unshaken as the throne of God.

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  source: Cyberhymnal