John Brownlie (trans.) · 12 of 130

Now the sun at noon of day

Now the sun at noon of day, Shines upon the earth below; And the fields in bright array, Spread their beauty in its glow;-- Jesus, Lord, when noon controls, May Thy beauty grace our souls.

Weary, when the noon oppressed, Thou didst rest upon the well, And a sinning soul was blest, As Thy words divinely fell;-- Lord, Thy living water give, That our thirsting souls may live.

Once at noon, a midnight dread Blotted out the earth and sky, For the God-man bowed His head, And creation saw Him die;-- May Thy death our dying be, May we rise, O Christ, with Thee.

In Thy realm of light above, Rising suns, nor setting, shine; Thou, Thyself, O Lord of Love, Ceaseless pour'st Thy light divine;-- Lord, where noontide shines alway Bring our souls, we humbly pray.