Lo! gold­en light re­kin­dles day:
Let pal­ing dark­ness steal away,
Which all too long o’er­whelmed our gaze
And led our steps by wind­ing ways.

We pray Thee, ris­ing light se­rene,
E’en as Thy­self our hearts make clean;
Let no de­ceit our lips de­file,
Nor let our souls be vexed by guile.

O keep us, as the hours pro­ceed,
From ly­ing word and ev­il deed;
Our rov­ing eyes from sin set free,
Our bo­dy from im­pu­ri­ty.

For Thou dost from above sur­vey
The con­verse of each fleet­ing day;
Thou dost fore­see from morn­ing light
Our ev­ery deed, un­til the night.

All laud to the God the Fa­ther be,
All praise, eter­nal Son, to Thee;
All glo­ry, as is ev­er meet,
To God the ho­ly Pa­ra­clete.