1 We bless the eternal source of light,
Who makes the stars to shine;
And, thro' this dark beclouded world
Diffuseth rays divine.
2 We bless the churches sovereign king,
Whose golden lamps we are;
Fix'd in the temples of his love
To shine with radiance fair.
3 Still be our purity be preserv'd;
Still fled with oil the flame;
And in deep characters inscrib'd
Our heavenly master’s name.
4 Then while between our ranks he walks,
And all our state surveys,
His smiles shall with new lustre deck
The people of his praise.