The dawn is sprink­ling in the east
Its gold­en show­er, as day flows in;
Fast mount the point­ed shafts of light:
Farewell to dark­ness and to sin!

Away, ye mid­night phan­toms all!
Away, des­pon­dence and des­pair!
Whatever guilt the night has brought
Now let it van­ish into air.

So, Lord, when that last morn­ing breaks,
Looking to which we sigh and pray,
O may it to Thy min­strels prove
The dawn­ing of a bet­ter day.

To God the Fa­ther glo­ry be,
And to His sole be­got­ten Son;
Glory, O Ho­ly Ghost, to Thee
While ev­er­last­ing ag­es run.