Framer of the light, who from out the night,
The dawn of joy­ous day again dost bring,
On our dark­ened eyes, bid Thy bright beams rise;
Of end­less glo­ry teach us, Lord to sing.

By Thy mer­cy still spared our place to fill,
O Fa­ther, be it ours Thy name to bless;
Sheltered by Thy pow­er, in each fleet­ing hour,
Thy child­ren guide to paths of ho­li­ness.

Raised from death-like sleep, ev­er may we keep
Alive with­in us thoughts of that great day!
Grant the rea­dy mind, give us grace to find,
The strait gate un­to life—the nar­row way.

Onward to the goal lead each striv­ing soul,
Upheld by strength di­vine Thy grace sup­plies;
While it still is day, may we win our way
Towards the mark and our high call­ing’s prize.