Chorale Book for England

Light of light, enlighten me

Now anew the day is dawning;

Sun of grace, the shadows flee,

Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning,

With Thy joyous sunshine blest

Happy is my day of rest!

Fount of all our joy and peace!

To Thy living waters lead me,

Thou from earth my soul release

And with grace and mercy feed me;

Bless Thy word that it may prove

Rich in fruits that Thou dest love.

Kindle Thou the sacrifice

That upon my lips is lying;

Clear the shadows from mine eyes,

That, from every error flying,

No strange fire may in me glow

That Thine altar doth not know.

Let me with my heart to-day,

Holy, Holy, Holy, singing,

Rapt awhile from earth away,

All my soul to Thee upspringing,

Have a foretaste inly given

How they worship Thee in Heaven.

Rest in me and I in Thee,

Build a Paradise within me;

Oh reveal Thyself to me;

Blessed Love, who diedst to win me;

Fed from Thine exhaustless urn,

Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.

Hence all care, all vanity,

For the day to God is holy;

Come, Thou glorious Majesty,

Deign to fill this temple lowly;

Nought to-day my soul shall move,

Simply resting in Thy love.