Ye heav’ns, O haste your dews to shed,
Ye clouds, rain glad­ness on our head,
Thou earth, be­hold the time of grace,
And blos­som forth in right­eous­ness!

O liv­ing Sun, with joy break forth,
And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth;
Behold, the mount­ains melt away
Like wax be­neath Thine ar­dent ray!

O Life-dew of the church­es, come,
And bid this ar­id des­ert bloom!
The sor­rows of Thy peo­ple see,
And take our hu­man flesh on Thee.

Refresh the parched and droop­ing mind,
The brok­en limb in mer­cy bind,
Us sin­ners from our guilt re­lease,
And fill us with Thy hea­ven­ly peace.

O won­der! night no more is night!
Comes then at last the longed-for light?
Ah yes, Thou shin­est, O true Sun,
In whom are God and man made one!