O God, Before Thy Sun’s Bright Beams

O God

be­fore Thy sun’s bright beams

All night’s dark sha­dows fly;

So on the soul Thy mer­cy gleams

And doubts and ter­rors die.

So fresh­ly falls Thy heav­en sent grace

As morn­ing’s glad­den­ing breath;

Gives light to all to seek Thy face

And guides in life and death.

O ho­ly light! O light of God!

O light un­seen be­low

Which fills the courts of Thine ab­ode

Which there the blest shall know!

Swift comes the hour when none can toil

Short is the rug­ged way:

Teach us our lamps to fill with oil

Whilst it is called to­day.

Then we shall see that glo­ri­ous light

Which to the saints is giv­en

So sweet

so fair

so pass­ing bright

The eter­nal morn of heav­en.

O Fa­ther

Son

and Holy Ghost

O holy One in Three

Grant us

with all Thy glo­ri­ous host

To share that morn with Thee.