O Savior Of The World Forlorn

1 O Savior of the world forlorn,
Who man to save this day wast born,
Our days are sinking to their night,
In darkness save, save us in light.

2 Let Thy most blessèd favor be
Around us as we bend the knee;
Blot out our sin; Thy heavenly ray
Dispels the gloom and makes our day.

3 No sleep shall thus weigh down the mind,
Nor ghostly foe unguarded find;
Nor reason yielding to a dream
Wake less responsive to Thy beam.

4 O Thou that makest all things new,
With cravings of the heart we sue,
Our lives may, fresh from Thee their source,
Renew the pureness of their course.

5 To God the Father endless praise,
And to His only Son we raise;
An equal glory as is meet
Be sung to God the Paraclete.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8381

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