Swift as shadows of the night
Haste before the morning light,
Powers of darkness quickly fly;
See the Dayspring from on high.
To Thy light, O heavenly King,
Undivided hearts we bring,
Seek in praise and prayer Thy grace,
Hide not, Lord, from us Thy face.
Many stains our souls defile;
Many snares to sin beguile;
Much we need Thy light divine;
Light of Angels, on us shine.
Glory be to God on high;
Father, Thee we magnify,
Equally the Son adore,
And the Spirit evermore. Amen.
Sidney S. Hurlbut, A Treasury of Catholic Song (New York: J. Fischer & Bro., 1915).
