O very God of very God,
And very Light of Light,
Whose feet this earth’s dark valley trod,
That so it might be bright.

Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,
Thick darkness binds our eyes;
Cold is the night, and O, we long
That Thou, our Sun, wouldst rise!

And even now, though dull and gray,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day
That ne­ver shall be past.

O guide us till our path is done,
And we have reached the shore
Where Thou, our ev­er­last­ing sun,
Art shining ev­er­more.

We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs,
Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase,
With healing in Thy wings.

To God the Fa­ther power and might
Both now and ever be;
To Him that is the Light of Light,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee.