Framer of the Light

Framer of the light

who from out the night

The dawn of joy­ous day again dost bring

On our dark­ened eyes

bid Thy bright beams rise;

Of end­less glo­ry teach us

Lord to sing.

By Thy mer­cy still spared our place to fill

O Fa­ther

be it ours Thy name to bless;

Sheltered by Thy pow­er

in each fleet­ing hour

Thy child­ren guide to paths of ho­li­ness.

Raised from death-like sleep

ev­er may we keep

Alive with­in us thoughts of that great day!

Grant the rea­dy mind

give us grace to find

The strait gate un­to life —the nar­row way.

Onward to the goal lead each striv­ing soul

Upheld by strength di­vine Thy grace sup­plies;

While it still is day

may we win our way

Towards the mark and our high call­ing’s prize.

By Thy mer­cy still spared our place to fill

O Fa­ther

be it ours Thy name to bless;

Sheltered by Thy pow­er

in each fleet­ing hour

Thy child­ren guide to paths of ho­li­ness.

Raised from death-like sleep

ev­er may we keep

Alive with­in us thoughts of that great day!

Grant the rea­dy mind

give us grace to find

The strait gate un­to life —the nar­row way.

Onward to the goal lead each striv­ing soul

Upheld by strength di­vine Thy grace sup­plies;

While it still is day

may we win our way

Towards the mark and our high call­ing’s prize.

Raised from death-like sleep

ev­er may we keep

Alive with­in us thoughts of that great day!

Grant the rea­dy mind

give us grace to find

The strait gate un­to life —the nar­row way.

Onward to the goal lead each striv­ing soul

Upheld by strength di­vine Thy grace sup­plies;

While it still is day

may we win our way

Towards the mark and our high call­ing’s prize.

Onward to the goal lead each striv­ing soul

Upheld by strength di­vine Thy grace sup­plies;

While it still is day

may we win our way

Towards the mark and our high call­ing’s prize.