O sun of truth, rise upon the Earth
Rise upon your darkened land, O Lord
Raise the stubborn curtain of the night
The morning is most beautiful O God
Your people wait, your people yearned of old,
The dawn is hushed while you have yet to see
Belovèd, with your eye of purest gold
How desolate without your light are we
Come then, sun of truth, raise up your face
Father, sun of purity, your grace
