O God, before Thy sun’s bright beams
All night’s dark shadows fly;
So on the soul Thy mercy gleams,
And doubts and terrors die.

So freshly falls Thy heaven sent grace
As morning’s gladdening breath;
Gives light to all to seek Thy face,
And guides in life and death.

O holy light! O light of God!
O light unseen below,
Which fills the courts of Thine abode,
Which there the blest shall know!

Swift comes the hour when none can toil,
Short is the rugged way:
Teach us our lamps to fill with oil,
Whilst it is called today.

Then we shall see that glo­ri­ous light
Which to the saints is given,
So sweet, so fair, so passing bright,
The eter­nal morn of heaven.

O Fa­ther, Son, and Holy Ghost,
O holy One in Three,
Grant us, with all Thy glo­ri­ous host,
To share that morn with Thee.