O Thou Eternal One in Three,

Dread Ruler of the earth and sky,

Accept the praise we yield to Thee,

Who, waking, lift our songs on high.

Now from the couch of rest we rise,

While solemn night in silence reigns,

And lift to Thee our earnest cries,

To give Thy balm to heal our pains.

If in the night by Satan’s guile

Our souls were lured by thought of sin;

O bid Thy light celestial smile,

And chase away the night within.

Purge Thou our flesh from every stain,

Let not dull sloth our hearts depress;

Nor let the sense of guilt remain,

To chill the warmth our souls possess.

To Thee, Redeemer blest, we pray,

That in our souls Thy light may shine;

So we shall walk from day to day,

Unerring in Thy way Divine.

Grant it, O Father, in Thy love,

Grant it, O One-begotten Son,

Who with the Spirit reign above,

Now, and while endless ages run.