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All tender lights, all hues divine

The night has swept away;

Shine on us, Lord, and we shall shine

Bright in an inward day.

The spots of guilt, sin’s wages base,

Searcher of hearts, we own;

Wash us and robe us in Thy grace,

Who didst for sins atone.

The sluggard soul, that bears their mark,

Shrinks in its silent lair,

Or gropes amid its chambers dark

For Thee, who art not there.

Redeemer! send Thy piercing rays,

That we may bear to be

Set in the light of Thy pure gaze,

And yet rejoice in Thee.

Grant this, O Father, etc.