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.