Great God, who, hid from mor­tal sight,
Dost dwell in un­ap­proach­èd light,
Before whose throne with veil­èd brow,
Thy sin­less an­gels trem­bling bow.

A while in dark­ness here be­low
We lie op­pressed with sin and woe;
But soon the ev­er­last­ing day
Shall chase the night of gloom away.

The day pre­pared for us by Thee;
The day re­served for us to see;
A day but faint­ly im­aged here
By bright­est sun at noon­tide clear.

Too long, alas! it still de­lays,
It ling­ers yet, that day of days;
The flesh, with all its load of sin,
Must per­ish, ere its joy we win.

Then from these ear­thy bonds set free
The soul shall fly, O God, to Thee;
To see Thee, love Thee, and adore,
Her bliss­ful task for ev­er­more.

All boun­te­ous Tri­ni­ty! pre­pare
Our souls Thy hid­den joy to share,
That our brief day­time, used aright,
May is­sue in eter­nal light.