8.8.8.8

I

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

Eternal Light, Eternal Day,

No eve obscures, no darkness hides;

But clear the noon-tide shines alway,

For there Thy presence aye abides.

V

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.