Has left his steadfast throne amid the heavens,

But that our little earth has turned away

And hid its face till morning shall appear.

So may we, in our blackest night of doubt

And troubled thought, return once more to Thee,

Till Thou hast risen, O Sun of Righteousness,

And all the evil things of darkness born

Have fled before the shining of Thy face.

UNTO THE PERFECT DAY.