tr., John Brownlie

I

Arise, my soul, and gaily sing

The praise of thine Immortal King;

The heavens His matchless power adore, --

Awake, and sing for evermore.

II

The morning dawns at His command,

And lights the world o'er sea and land;

And upwards, see the sun arise,

To shed its glories from the skies.

III

But falls the twilight o'er our heads,

And night its sable curtain spreads;

For all His kingly words obey, --

The dark of night, the light of day.

IV

O heavenly King, in every soul,

The darkness of our night control;

And 'mid the blackness of that night,

Speak Thou the word, "Let there be light."

V

And as the morn from darkness springs,

To speed to earth on silent wings,

A dawn more glorious shall awake,

And bright upon our spirits break.

VI

O Sun of Righteousness, arise,

And fill our souls with glad surprise;

Nor into dark of night decline,

But aye at noontide brightly shine.

VII

All glory to the God of Might,

And to the Son, the Light of light;

And to the Spirit, Three in One,

Eternal while the ages run.