The star of morn has ris’n;
O Lord, to Thee we pray:
O un­cre­at­ed Light of Light,
Guide Thou our way.

Sinless be tongue and hand,
And in­no­cent the mind,
Let sim­ple truth be on our lips,
Our hearts be kind.

Let not the flesh pre­vail,
But all be ruled by good;
The gift of tem­per­ance be­stow
In drink and food.

As the swift day rolls on,
Still, Lord, our guard­ian be,
And keep the por­tals of our hearts
From ev­il free.

Grant that our dai­ly toil
May to Thy glo­ry tend;
And as our hours be­gin with Thee,
So may they end.