From the Father's throne descending

From the Father's throne descending,
Light from out the realms of light;
Font of light, all light transcending,
Brighter day in day most bright.

Shine, True Light, in radiant brightness,
Flashing forth perpetual ray;
May Thy Spirit's searching lightness,
Fill our souls with endless day.

Father, come we humbly bending,—
Father of Almighty grace,
Who hast glory never ending,
Banish every sinful trace.

When to do Thy will inclining,
Quell for us the tempter's wrath;
Ne'er in trial's hour repining,
Lead us in the upward path.

May Thy rule our minds enlighten;
Let no sin our lives defile;
Fervent faith our spirits brighten,
Knowing nought of fraud or guile.

Christ, the Bread of Life bestowing,
Faith our daily cup shall fill;
Draughts of joy for ever flowing,
Drink we from the Spirit's rill.

Thus our life in beauty gliding—
Purity like dawn of day,
Faith like sun at noon abiding,
Eve that knows no twilight grey.

Forth in beauty rides the Morning—
Be Thy glory on us poured;
Son, the Father's love adorning,
Father in th' Eternal Word.