O Splendour of God's Glory Bright
St. Ambrose, 340-97
O splendour of God's glory bright,
O thou that bringest light from light.
O Light of light, light's living spring,
O Day, all days illumining,
O thou true Sun, on us thy glance
Let fall in royal radiance,
The Spirit's sanctifying beam
Upon our earthly senses stream.
The Father, too, our prayers implore,
Father of glory evermore;
The Father of all grace and might,
To banish sin from our delight:
To guide whate'er we nobly do,
With love all envy to subdue,
To make ill-fortune turn to fair,
And give us grace our wrongs to bear.