1 Praise to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright!
His presence gilds the worlds above;
Th' unchanging source of light and love.

2 Our rising earth his eye beheld,
When in substantial darkness veil'd;
The shapeless chaos, nature's womb,
lay buried in eternal gloom.

3 "Let there be light," Jehovah said,
And light o'er all its face was spread:
Nature, array'd in charms unknown,
Gay with its new born lustre shone.

4 He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice;
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,
And changes midnight into day.

5 Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine
On this benighted heart of mine;
and let thy glories stand reveal'd,
As in our Savior's face beheld.

6 My soul, reviv'd by heaven-born day,
Thy radiant image shall display,
While all my faculties unite
To praise the Lord who gives me light.