The dawn is sprink¬ling in the east
Its gold¬en show¬er, as day flows in;
Fast mount the point¬ed shafts of light:
Farewell to dark¬ness and to sin!

Away, ye mid¬night phan¬toms all!
Away, des¬pon¬dence and des¬pair!
Whatever guilt the night has brought
Now let it van¬ish into air.

So, Lord, when that last morn¬ing breaks,
Looking to which we sigh and pray,
O may it to Thy min¬strels prove
The dawn¬ing of a bet¬ter day.

To God the Fa¬ther glo¬ry be,
And to His sole be¬got¬ten Son;
Glory, O Ho¬ly Ghost, to Thee
While ev¬er¬last¬ing ag¬es run.

Translation by Edward Caswall