tr., John Brownlie
O Lord of light, Thy beams display,
And waken joy in every heart;
Bring to our souls the light of day,
And bid our brooding night depart.
In Thy fair realm there is no gloom,
The radiant day is never done;
They need no candle to illume,
Nor wait the rising of the sun.
No morning ushers in the day,
Nor evening marks its slow decline;
There Thou art sun, and shinest aye,
And all the light and joy are Thine.
Eternal Light, Eternal Day,
No eve obscures, no darkness hides;
But clear the noon-tide shines alway,
For there Thy presence aye abides.
Come at this hour, O Light divine,
As daylight fades, and night is nigh,
And in our souls with radiance shine,
As Thou art wont in realms on high.