Hymnal [of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the USA]

Savior, when night involves the skies,

My soul, adoring, turns to thee;

Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me.

On thee my waking raptures dwell,

When crimson gleams the east adorn,

Thee, Victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn.

When noon her throne in light arrays,

To thee my soul triumphant springs;

Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze,

Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings.

O'er earth, when shades of evening steal,

To death and thee my thoughts I give;

To death, whose power I soon must feel,

To thee, with whom I trust to live.