Eternal Glory of the Sky

Eternal Glo­ry of the sky

Blest Hope of frail hu­man­ity

The Fa­ther’s sole be­got­ten One

Yet born a spot­less vir­gin’s Son!

Uplift us with Thine arm of might

And let our hearts rise pure and bright

And

ar­dent in God’s prais­es

pay

The thanks we owe him ev­ery day.

The day-star’s rays are glit­ter­ing clear

And tell that day it­self is near:

The sha­dows of the night de­part;

Thou

ho­ly Light

il­lume the heart!

Within our sens­es ev­er dwell

And world­ly dark­ness thence ex­pel;

Long as the days of life en­dure

Preserve our souls de­vout and pure.

The faith that first must be pos­sessed

Root deep with­in our in­most breast;

And joy­ous hope in se­cond place

Then char­ity

Thy great­est grace.

All laud to God the Fa­ther be

All praise

eter­nal Son

to Thee;

All glo­ry

as is ev­er meet

To God the ho­ly Pa­ra­clete.