Shine on Our Souls, Eternal God

Shine on our souls

eter­nal God

With rays of beau­ty

shine:

O let Thy fa­vor crown our days

And all their round be Thine.

Did we not raise our hands to Thee

Our hands might toil in vain;

Small joy suc­cess it­self could give

If Thou Thy love re­strain.

With Thee let ev­ery week be­gin

With Thee each day be spent

For Thee each fleet­ing hour im­proved

Since each by Thee is lent.

Thus cheer us through this de­sert road

Till all our la­bors cease;

And Heav’n re­fresh our wea­ry souls

With ev­er­last­ing peace.