Lord God of morn­ing and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;
As in the dawn the sha­dows fly,
We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

Fresh hopes have wak­ened in our hearts,
Fresh en­er­gy to do our parts;
Thy thou­sand sleeps our strength re­store,
A thou­sandfold to serve Thee more.

Yet whilst Thy will we would pur­sue,
Oft what we would we can­not do;
The sun may stand in ze­nith skies,
But on the soul thick mid­night lies.

O Lord of lights! ’tis Thou alone
Canst make our dark­ened hearts Thine own;
Though this new day with joy we see,
O dawn of God! we cry for Thee!

Praise God, our mak­er and our friend!
Praise Him through time, till time shall end!
Till psalm and song His name ad­ore
Through Heav’n’s great day of ev­er­more!