Lucis largitor splendide,
cuius sereno lumine
post lapsa noctis tempora
dies refusus panditur
Tu verus mundi lucifer,
non is qui parvi sideris
venturae lucis nuntius
angusto fulget lumine,
Sed toto sole clarior,
lux ipse totus et dies,
interna nostri pectoris
illuminans praecordia.
Evincat mentis castitas
quae caro cupit arrogans,
sanctumque puri corporis
delubrum servet Spiritus.
Sit, Christe, rex piissime,
tibi Patrique gloria
cum Spiritu Paraclito
in sempiterna saecula. Amen.
O gracious Giver of the light,
O splendid God, O radiance bright;
Unfolding day will overflow,
Once night is over, with your glow.
You are the world’s true morning star,
And not the little light afar
Who, with a small and tiny ray,
Foretells the light to come today.
But, brighter than the sun entire,
Yourself all light and day and fire,
Yourself a flame within the heart
To brighten ev’ry inmost part.
So may the soul, by holy shame,
Defeat what flesh desires to claim,
And keep the body pure from ill,
The Spirit’s holy temple still.
All glory be to Christ, our King;
All glory to the Father sing,
Whom with the Paraclete we praise,
Forever and for endless days. Amen.