Now the sun at noon of day,
Shines upon the earth below;
And the fields in bright array,
Spread their beauty in its glow;--
Jesus, Lord, when noon controls,
May Thy beauty grace our souls.
Weary, when the noon oppressed,
Thou didst rest upon the well,
And a sinning soul was blest,
As Thy words divinely fell;--
Lord, Thy living water give,
That our thirsting souls may live.
Once at noon, a midnight dread
Blotted out the earth and sky,
For the God-man bowed His head,
And creation saw Him die;--
May Thy death our dying be,
May we rise, O Christ, with Thee.
In Thy realm of light above,
Rising suns, nor setting, shine;
Thou, Thyself, O Lord of Love,
Ceaseless pour'st Thy light divine;--
Lord, where noontide shines alway
Bring our souls, we humbly pray.