1 Behold, night's shadows fade,
And morn is in the skies!
To Him by whom all things were made
Our aspirations rise.

2 To break this deathly trance
Help us, our God, our stay!
Give the freed spirit utterance,
Its languors charm away!

3 So sin shall cease to reign,
So safety shall be nigh;
Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains
Of death, in victory!