See in the east the morn arise;

Seek, wingèd prayer, the glowing skies;

Bring help from Heaven, that all our way

Be pleasing to our God this day.

May He restrain from words of sin;

For bitter strife give calm within;

Veil from our eyes the garish light,

That lures the soul to darkest night.

Pure may our inmost heart remain

From evil thoughts and fancies vain;

And may the curb our flesh control,

That drags to earth the aspiring soul.

So, when the last stray beams of light

Shall fade before the return of night,

Kept in the path our feet have trod,

We shall give glory to our God.

To God the Father, throned in heaven,

To Christ, the one begotten Son,

And to the Holy Ghost be praise,

Now, and while endless ages run.