tr., John Brownlie
All glorious, see, the morning breaks;
Awake, my soul, creation wakes:
And, while the purple tints the skies,
Prepare for God thy sacrifice.
Thanks to my God, my best of friends,
For all the care His love extends;
For rest, and peace, and waking eyes
To view the light that fills the skies.
Let sleep my waking eyes forsake;
From sloth my soul her pinions shake;
And may the light that gladdens all
Illume my task till evening fall.
O Christ, my Morning Star, my Light,
With Thee no dread infects the night;
May darkness ne'er my life appal,
Nor night, at noon-tide, darkly fall.
Bring me where morn eternal shines,
And light, unfailing, life entwines;
Where darkness ne'er its clouds unrolls
To charge with dread our fearful souls.
To Thee, O Christ, be endless praise,
O Light of lights, my Light always;
Be aye my morn, forever shine,
And fill my soul with peace divine.