O Je­sus, Lord of hea­ven­ly grace,
[or, O Je­su, Lord of light and grace]
Thou bright­ness of Thy Fa­ther’s face,
Thou fount­ain of eter­nal light,
Whose beams dis­perse the shades of night.

Come, ho­ly Sun of hea­ven­ly love,
Shower down Thy ra­di­ance from above,
And to our in­ward hearts con­vey
The Holy Spir­it’s cloud­less ray.

So we the Fa­ther’s help will claim,
And sing the Fa­ther’s glo­ri­ous name,
And His al­migh­ty grace im­plore
That we may stand, to fall no more.

May He our ac­tions deign to bless,
And loose the bonds of wick­ed­ness;
From sud­den falls our feet de­fend,
And bring us to a pros­per­ous end.

May faith, deep root­ed in the soul,
Subdue our flesh, our minds con­trol;
May guile de­part, and dis­cord cease,
And all with­in be joy and peace.

So let us glad­ly pass the day;
Our thoughts be pure as morn­ing ray;
And faith­ful love our noon­day light;
And hope our sun­set, calm and bright.

O Christ, with each re­turn­ing morn
Thine im­age to our hearts is borne:
O may we ev­er clear­ly see
Our Sav­ior and our God in Thee.