Now that the daystar glimmers bright
We suppliantly pray,
That He, the uncreated Light,
May guide us on our way.

No sinful word, nor deed of wrong,
Nor thoughts that idly rove,
But simple truth be on our tongue,
And in our hearts be love.

And while the hours in order flow,
O Christ, securely fence
Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,
The gate of every sense.

And grant that to your honor, Lord,
Our daily toil may tend;
That we begin it at your Word,
And in your blessing end.

And, lest the flesh in its excess,
Should lord it o'er the soul,
Let taming abstinence repress,
The rebel and control.