Catherine Winkworth · 101 of 207

O Light, who out of Light wast born

MORNING HYMN.

O Light, who out of Light wast born, O glorious Sun of Righteousness, Thou sendest us anew the morn With pleasant light and cheerfulness; Therefore it beseems us well Now with thankful lips to tell All we owe to Thee; Let our hearts to Thee arise, Open Thou our inner eyes All Thy love to see.

O let Thy Spirit's clear-eyed day Break in upon our hearts' deep night, And with its glowing radiance slay Our self-trust's cold deluding light; See, we waver and are weak, Act and thought alike oft seek Paths that are not Thine! That our way may grow more clear, And our life more steadfast here, Bid Thy Sun to shine.

Unite, Lord, in the bonds of peace Our Church's scattered band; Bid wars and persecutions cease Through our sad fatherland; Grant us, Lord, O grant us rest! That we, not too sore opprest, May our course fulfil Through this fleeting Time, till Thou Bring us where the angels now Praise Thy goodness still.

O Licht geboren aus dem Lichte