O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray Illumes the realm of endless day, Shine on a world where darkness dwells, And all the joy of day dispels. III Soft o'er the land the twilight creeps; Night falls apace, and nature sleeps; O let not night my life control, And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul. IV Sleep to the weary pilgrim give, But let the soul through slumber live; Wake when the first faint gleam of morn Tells that another day is born. V Light of my life! bid night depart, Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart; That morn, and noon, and night may be One beauteous day of joy to me. VI And when the brightest morn shall break, And bid the eternal day awake, O Glorious Sun! in radiance shine, To guard from night the realm divine. CHRISTMAS CAROL[1] {kai Poimenes eidon to thauma,} {Angelon anymnounton, kai legonton;} {Doxa} I The Lord of Life to earth came down,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high; O 'twas a day of high renown, While angels praise Him in the sky. _Refrain._ The shepherds saw a wondrous sight, In Bethlehem's fields at even, When, lo! a star, in radiance bright, Shed o'er the plains its glorious light, And angel bands, harmonious quite, His praises sang from heaven. II Say, came He forth by myriads led?-- Come, gaily sound his praises high; A crown of gold upon his head? While angels praise Him in the sky. _Refrain._ III Of earthly pomp the Lord had none,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high; His kingly crown had not been won, While angels praise Him in the sky. _Refrain._ IV A little child the Lord became,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high, To bear our guilt, and share our shame, While angels praise Him in the sky. _Refrain._ V O Jesu, Who in manger lay,-- Come, gaily sound his praises high, Make me a little child to-day, While angels praise Thee in the sky. _Refrain._ VI And may I come, with spirit meet,-- Come, gaily sound His praises high, To lay my tribute at Thy feet, While angels praise Thee in the sky. _Refrain._ VII