John Brownlie (trans.) · 22 of 89

All glorious, see, the morning breaks

I All glorious, see, the morning breaks; Awake, my soul, creation wakes: And, while the purple tints the skies, Prepare for God thy sacrifice.

II 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.

III 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.

IV 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.

V 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.

VI 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.