Thy servants in the temple watched

The dawning of the day,

Impatient with its earliest beams

Their holy vows to pay;

And chosen saints far off beheld

That great and glorious morn,

When the glad day-spring from on high

Auspiciously should dawn.

On us the Sun of Righteousness

Its brightest beams hath poured;

With grateful hearts and holy zeal,

Lord, be Thy love adored;

And let us look with joyful hope

To that more glorious day,

Before whose brightness sin and death,

And grief, shall flee away.