Light of light, en­light­en me,
Now anew the day is dawn­ing;
Sun of grace, the sha­dows flee;
Brighten Thou my Sab­bath morn­ing;
With Thy joy­ous sun­shine blest,
Happy is my day of rest.

Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy liv­ing wa­ters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul re­lease,
And with grace and mer­cy feed me;
Bless Thy word, that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.

Kindle Thou the sac­ri­fice
That up­on my lips is ly­ing;
Clear the sha­dows from my eyes,
That, from ev­ery er­ror fly­ing,
No strange fire may in me glow
That Thine al­tar doth not know.

Let me with my heart to­day,
Holy, Holy, Holy sing­ing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,
All my soul to Thee up­bring­ing,
Have a fore­taste in­ly—
How they wor­ship Thee in Heav’n.

Rest in me, and I in Thee;
Build a pa­ra­dise with­in me;
O reveal Thy­self to me,
Blessèd Love, who diedst to win me;
Fed from Thine ex­haust­less urn,
Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.

Hence all care, all va­ni­ty,
For the day to God is holy;
Come, Thou glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty,
Deign to fill this tem­ple low­ly;
Naught to­day my soul shall move,
Simply rest­ing in Thy love.