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2: Thine be the glory, God of Light

Thine be the glory, God of Light, For all the joy from morn that springs; Oh, may a morn dispel each night, And bless our lives with beauteous things.

Give us this day the light that dwells In every heart Thy presence fills; That night with all its fears dispels, And life, and hope, and joy instils.

Then shall our nights no darkness bring, But morn, bright morn, for ever shine; And when night spreads her dusky wings, More bright shall be the light Divine.

All praise to Thee, the God of Light; All praise to Christ, the glorious Son; And to the Spirit, Lord of might, Now, and while endless ages run.