From gold to gray
Now pales each twinkling star,
For dawns the day;
And in the east afar,
From gray to gold.
And with a tranquil light
That grows more bold.
The rising sun shines bright.
From birth to death
One bore the cross for men
And gave his breath:
Then showed himself again —
Death quenched in life.
In all the way to heaven,
Through grief and strife,
Eternal life is given.
