Lux ecce surgit aurea.
Now with the rising golden dawn,
Let us, the children of the day,
Cast off the darkness which so long
Has led our guilty souls astray.
Oh, may the morn, so pure, so clear,
Its own sweet calm in us instil! —
A guileless mind, a heart sincere,
Simplicity of word and will.
And ever, as the day glides by,
May we the busy senses rein;
Keep guard upon the hand and eye,
Nor let the body suffer stain!
For, all day long, on Heaven’s high tower
There stands a Sentinel, who spies
Our every action, hour by hour,
From early dawn till daylight dies.
To God the Father glory be,
And to His sole-begotten Son;
The same, Ο Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While everlasting ages run.
-CASWALL.