Behold the Sun, how bright

 From yonder East he springs,

As if the soul of life and light

 Were breathing from his wings.

So bright the Gospel broke

 Upon the souls of men;

So fresh the dreaming world awoke

 In Truth's full radiance then.

Before yon Sun arose,

 Stars clustered thro' the sky—

But oh how dim, how pale were those,

 To His one burning eye!

So Truth lent many a ray,

  To bless the Pagan's night—

But, Lord, how weak, how cold were they

  To Thy One glorious Light!