The Dawn Is Sprinkling in the East

The dawn is sprink­ling in the east

Its gold­en show­er

as day flows in;

Fast mount the point­ed shafts of light:

Farewell to dark­ness and to sin!

Away

ye mid­night phan­toms all!

Away

des­pon­dence and des­pair!

Whatever guilt the night has brought

Now let it van­ish into air.

So

Lord

when that last morn­ing breaks

Looking to which we sigh and pray

O may it to Thy min­strels prove

The dawn­ing of a bet­ter day.

To God the Fa­ther glo­ry be

And to His sole be­got­ten Son;

Glory

O Ho­ly Ghost

to Thee

While ev­er­last­ing ag­es run.