Gone is the hollow, murky night,
With all its shadows dun;
O shine upon us, heavenly light,
As on the earth the sun!
Pour on our hearts Thy heavenly beam,
In radiance sublime!
Retire before that ray supreme,
Ye sins of elder time!
Lo, on the morn that now is here
No night shall ever fall;
But faith shall burn, undimmed and clear,
Till God be all in all.
This is the dawn of infant faith;
The day will follow soon,
When hope shall breathe with freer breath,
And morn be lost in noon;
For to the seed that’s sown to-day
A harvest time is given,
When charity with faith to stay,
Shall make on earth a heaven.