Lord God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;
As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem to find Thee now more nigh.
Fresh hopes have wakened in our hearts,
Fresh energy to do our parts;
Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore,
A thousandfold to serve Thee more.
Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue,
Oft what we would we cannot do;
The sun may stand in zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.
O Lord of lights! ’tis Thou alone
Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own;
Though this new day with joy we see,
O dawn of God! we cry for Thee!
Praise God, our maker and our friend!
Praise Him through time, till time shall end!
Till psalm and song His name adore
Through Heav’n’s great day of evermore!