How dark, how filled with fear, the days
When thus we prayed to God on high:
Send down Thy light upon our ways,
And bless us ere we die;
And grant, when Thou hast rent the veil,
Which death shall place upon our eyes,
The ransomed spirit may not fail
To wake in paradise.
'T was thus, dear God, we dared betray
The blessing of Thy fatherhood,
And blindly shut ourselves away
From ever present good.
