O very God of very God,
And very Light of Light,
Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod,
That so it might be bright:
Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,
Thick darkness blinds our eyes;
Cold is the night, and, of, we long
That you, our Sun, would rise!
And even now, though dull and grey,
The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day
That never shall be past.
Oh, guide us till our path is done,
And we have reached the shore
Where you, our Everlasting sun,
Are shining evermore!
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