THOU glorious Sun of Righteousness, On this day risen to set no more, Shine on us now, to heal and bless, With brighter beams than e’er before.
Shine on Thy pure eternal Word, Its mysteries to our souls reveal; And whether read, remembered, heard, O, let it quicken, strengthen, heal.
Shine on the temples of Thy grace, In righteousness Thy saints be clad; Unveil the brightness of Thy face, And make Thy chosen people glad.
Shine on Thy work of grace within, On each celestial blossom there; Destroy each bitter root of sin, And make Thy garden fresh and fair.
Shine till Thy glorious beams shall chase The gloomy cloud from every eye; Till every earthly dwelling-place Shall hail the Dayspring from on high.
Shine on, shine on, eternal Sun! Pour richer floods of life and light, Till that bright Sabbath be begun, That glorious day which knows no night.
Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871