Christ, the true light

Christ, the true light of us, true morn,
Dispersing far the shades of night,
Light from which every light is born.
Pledge of the beatific light.

You all the night our guardian be,
Whose watch no sleep or slumber knows:
You be our peace, and grant that we
In darkness may find our repose.

Sleep touch our eyes, but never sleep
Touch our heaven-directed heart.
And may your hand in safety keep
Fear of the night and us apart.

Christ, the true light of us, true morn,
Dispersing far the shades of night,
Light from which every light is born.
Pledge of the beatific light.

 

 

 

 

Music: O Amor Quam Exstaticus
Words: Anonymous (8th C)