Lord, upon our night descending,
Bid the light with gladness shine;
Let its rays, through darkness wending,
Round our fears in beauty twine.
Thou art Light, and where Thou dwellest,
Like a traveller, gloom departs;
Come, who threatening clouds dispellest,
And abide within our hearts.
Ah, the visions Thou impartest,
With the morn, and with the noon;
With what glory Thou attirest
Eve, that falleth late or soon.
Flood our lives with varied beauty,
Morn, and noon, and coming night;
Light us in the path of duty,
And at eve let there be light.