All glorious, see, the morning breaks;
Awake, my soul, creation wakes;
And while the purple tints the skies,
Prepare for God thy sacrifice.

Thanks to my God, my best of friends,
For all the care His love extends;
For rest, and peace, and waking eyes
To view the light that fills the skies.

Let sleep my waking eyes forsake;
From sloth my soul her pinions shake;
And may the light that gladdens all,
Illume my task till evening fall.

O Christ, my Morning star, my Light,
With Thee no dread infects the night;
May darkness ne'er my life appal
Nor night, at noon-tide, darkly fall.

Bring me where morn eternal shines,
And light, unfailing, life entwines;
Where darkness ne'er its clouds unrolls
To charge with dread our fearful souls.

To Thee, O Christ, be endless praise,
O Morning star, my joy always;
Be aye my morn, for ever shine,
And fill my soul with peace divine.