Splendor paternae gloriae

O Thou the Father’s Image blest!
Who callest forth the morning ray;
O Thou eternal Light of light!
And inexhaustive Fount of day!

True Sun!—upon our souls arise,
Shining in beauty evermore;
And through each sense the quick’ning beam
Of the eternal Spirit pour.

Thee too, O Father, we entreat,
Father of might and grace divine!
Father of glorious majesty!
Thy pitying eye on us incline.

Confirm us in each good resolve;
The Tempter’s envious rage subdue;
Turn each misfortune to our good;
Direct us right in all we do.

Rule Thou our inmost thoughts; let no
Impurity our hearts defile;
Grant us a true and fervent faith;
Grant us a spirit free from guile.

May Christ Himself be our true Food,
And Faith our daily cup supply;
While from the Spirit’s tranquil depth
We drink unfailing draughts of joy.

Still ever with the peep of morn
May saintly modesty attend;
Faith sanctify the midday hours;
Upon the soul no night descend.

Fast breaks the dawn.—Each whole in Each,
Come, Father blest! I come, Son most high!
Shine in our souls, and be to them
The dawn of immortality.

To God, the Father glory be,
And to his sole-begotten Son;
The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee,
While everlasting ages run.