| O very God of very God And very Light of Light, Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod, That so it might be bright; | | Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong, Thick darkness blinds our eyes; Cold is the night; thy people long That thou, their Sun, wouldst rise. | | And even now, though dull and gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to the perfect day, That never shall be past. | | O guide us till our path is done, And we have reached the shore Where thou, our everlasting Sun, Art shining evermore! | | We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs, Till thou shalt come our gloom to chase, With healing in thy wings. | |