O Savior of the World Forlorn

O Sav­ior of the world for­lorn

Who man to save this day wast born

Our days are sink­ing to their night

In dark­ness save

save us in light.

Let Thy most bless­èd fa­vor be

Around us as we bend the knee;

Blot out our sin; Thy heav­en­ly ray

Dispels the gloom and makes our day.

No sleep shall thus weigh down the mind

Nor ghost­ly foe un­guard­ed find;

Nor rea­son yield­ing to a dream

Wake less res­pons­ive to Thy beam.

O Thou that mak­est all things new

With crav­ings of the heart we sue

Our lives may

fresh from Thee their source

Renew the pure­ness of their course.

To God the Fa­ther end­less praise

And to His on­ly Son we raise;

An eq­ual glo­ry as is meet

Be sung to God the Pa­ra­clete.