O Lord, who, thron’d in the holy height, + 

Through plains of ether didst diffuse + 

The dazzling beams of light, + 

In soft transparent hues; + 

Who didst, on the fourth day, in heaven + 

Light the fierce cresset of the sun, + 

And the meek moon at even, + 

And stars that wildly run; + 

That they might mark and arbitrate + 

’Twixt alternating night and day, + 

And tend the train sedate + 

Of months upon their way; + 

Clear, Lord, the brooding night within, + 

And clean these hearts for Thy abode, + 

Unlock the spell of sin, + 

Crumble its giant load. + 

Grant it, O Father, Only Son, + 

And Holy Spirit, God of grace, + 

To whom all praise be done + 

In every time and place. + 