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.

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.

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.

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.

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.