O Blest Creator of the Light

O blest Cre­at­or of the light

Who mak’st the day with ra­di­ance bright

And o’er the form­ing world didst call

The light from cha­os first of all.

Whose wis­dom joined in meet ar­ray

The morn and eve

and named them day:

Night comes with all its dark­ling fears;

Regard Thy peo­ple’s pray­ers and tears.

Lest

sunk in sin

and whelmed with strife

They lose the gift of end­less life;

While think­ing but the thoughts of time

They weave new chains of woe and crime.

But grant them grace that they may strain

The heav­en­ly gate and prize to gain:

Each harm­ful lure aside to cast

And purge away each er­ror past.

O Fa­ther

that we ask be done

Through Je­sus Christ

Thine on­ly Son;

Who

with the Ho­ly Ghost and Thee

Doth live and reign eter­nal­ly.