O Christ, Thy Constant Blessing

O Christ

Thy con­stant bless­ing

Shall hal­low all our days;

Through Thee true joy pos­sess­ing

We sing our hymns of praise;

Come

light and glo­ry shed­ding

And change by pow­er div­ine

The wa­ter of earth’s wed­ding

To Heav­en’s eter­nal wine.

Thou dost not grudge brief plea­sure

To crea­tures of the dust

If well we guard the trea­sure

Committed to our trust;

If with Thy mo­de­ra­tion

We use the gifts of earth

As heirs of Thy sal­va­tion

And sons of heav­en­ly birth.

When clouds of dark­ness ga­ther

And earth­ly joys are dumb

We look to Thee

O Fa­ther;

Thine hour is not yet come!

Oh

haste Thy blest ap­pear­ing

Epiphany di­vine!

Our hearts for ev­er cheer­ing

With pure

ce­les­tial wine!