CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light; Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Dark and cheerless is the morn, Joyless is the day's return Till Thy mercy's beams we see; Visit every soul of Thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; To the Father, throned in heaven, To the Saviour, Christ, His Son, As of old, the Trinity Still is worshipp'd, still shall be. FORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, we go, Our daily labour to pursue; Thee, only Thee, resolved to know The task Thy wisdom hath assign'd In all our works Thy presence find, To spend for Thee what Thou hast given, To Thee, great Lord, the One in Three! The heavenly life that knows no end. men. 181. THROUGH the day Thy love has spared us; Wearied, we lie down to rest: Through the silent watches guard us; Let no foe our peace molest: JESUS, Thou our Guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in Thee. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, And, when life's sad day is past, · men. |