Now That the Sun Is Gleaming Bright

Now that the sun is gleam­ing bright

Implore we

bend­ing low

That He

the un­cre­at­ed Light

May guide us as we go.

No sin­ful word

nor deed of wrong

Nor thoughts that id­ly rove

But sim­ple truth be on our tongue

And in our hearts be love.

And while the hours in or­der flow

O Christ

se­cure­ly fence

Our gates

be­lea­guered by the foe

The gate of ev­ery sense.

And grant that to Thine hon­or

Lord

Our dai­ly toil may tend;

That we be­gin it at Thy Word

And in Thy fa­vor end.