Behold, night’s shadows fade,

And morn is in the skies!

To Him by whom all things were made

Our aspirations rise.

To break this deathly trance

Help us, our God, our stay!

Give the freed spirit utterance,

Its languors charm away!

So sin shall cease to reign,

So safety shall be nigh;

Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains

Of death, in victory!