John Brownlie (trans.) · 25 of 89

O Lord of light, Thy beams display

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.