To Thee, O Christ, our prayers shall rise

To Thee, O Christ, our prayers shall rise,
With tears of sorrow blending;
Come for our help Thou Holy One,
On our dark night descending.

Our hearts shall find their rest in Thee,
And e'en in dreams shall praise Thee;
And with each rising of the sun,
Anew their songs shall raise Thee.

Impart a noble life, and may
Our spirit's warmth be heightened.
Bid night depart, and with Thy love,
O may our lives be brightened.

In hymns we pay our vows to Thee:
At vesper-hour we pray,
Erase the writing we have made,
Thine own let stand for aye.