Hymns from the East

Comes with the morn, the breath divine
To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine.

IV

O Thou, the Morn, the Light, the Sun,
With Thee be every day begun;
Brightness shall clothe my life always,
And fill my soul with grateful praise.

V

Glory to Thee, O Christ! my Lord,
Light of my soul, Incarnate Word!
Come with the morn, abide alway,
And cheer my course to endless day.

I

The saffron tints appear,
The morning comes – ’tis here.
Wipe slumber from thine eyes,
Behold the sun arise!

II

Clad in his garb of gold,
Bright as he shone of old;
Beams o’er the heavens extend,
Shafts from his orb descend.

III

Sun, that in morning light
Rises, nor sinks in night,
Shine in my soul alway,
Make there an endless day.

IV

Life for my deadness give;
Shine, that my soul may live;
Joy to my sorrow bring;
Light on Thy glowing wing.

V

If ’neath the cloud I lie,
Darkness obscure my sky;
Yet, may my faith behold
Glints of the hidden gold.

VI

Father, to Thee, always,
And Holy Ghost, be praise;
Glory, while ages run,
To Thee, O Christ! our Sun.

I

Now glows the morn in beauty rare,
O haste my soul to fervent prayer,
And let the wings of morning raise
To God the tribute of thy praise.

II

The night is gone; now disappear
The clouds that hung in threatening near;
Day comes apace, and terrors flee,
For light illumes the earth and sea.

III

O soul dismayed! when darkness fills
The dismal days with darkling ills,
Rest in the calm the promise gives,
That Christ, thy Light and Glory, lives.

IV

Morn shall appear and scatter night;
Light shall appear in noonday might.
Strong in the joy the daylight brings,
Soul, thou shalt rise on glowing wings.

V

Morn of my soul, O Christ, Thou art;
Light of my life; my drooping heart
Sings, when Thy countenance benign
Shines as the joys of noonday shine.

EVENING

I

When night her sable curtain spreads,
And darkness falls on sea and land,