1 O Splendor of God's glory bright,
From light eternal bringing light,
Thou Light of light, light's living Spring,
True Day, all days illumining:
2 Come, very Sun of heaven's love,
In lasting radiance from above,
And pour the Holy Spirit's ray
On all we think or do today.
3 And now to thee our pray'rs ascend,
O Father, glorious without end;
We plead with Sovereign Grace for pow'r
To conquer in temptation's hour.
4 Confirm our will to do the right,
And keep our hearts from envy's blight;
Let faith her eager fires renew,
And hate the false, and love the true.
5 O joyful be the passing day
With thoughts as pure as morning's ray,
With faith like noontide shining bright,
Our souls unshadowed by the night.
6 Dawn's glory gilds the earth and skies,
Let him, our perfect Morn, arise,
The Word in God the Father one,
The Father imaged in the Son.
|First Line:||O Splendor of God's glory bright|
|Title:||O Splendor of God's Glory Bright|
|Author:||Ambrose of Milan, 340-397|
|Translator:||Louis F. Benson (1910)|
|Topic:||Worship of God|
|Notes:||Tr. compiled by Louis F. Benson|
|Source:||Musikalisches Handbuch, Hamburg, 1690|