LUX IN TENEBRIS
At night what things will stalk abroad,
What veiled shapes, and eyes of dread!
With phantoms in a lonely road
And visions of the dead.
What veiled shapes, and eyes of dread!
With phantoms in a lonely road
And visions of the dead.
The kindly room when day is here,
At night takes ghostly terrors on;
And every shadow hath its fear,
And every wind its moan.
At night takes ghostly terrors on;
And every shadow hath its fear,
And every wind its moan.
Lord Jesus, Day-Star of the world,
Rise Thou, and bid this dark depart,
And all the east, a rose uncurled,
Grow golden at the heart!
Rise Thou, and bid this dark depart,
And all the east, a rose uncurled,
Grow golden at the heart!
Lord, in the watches of the night,
Keep Thou my soul! a trembling thing
As any moth that in daylight
Will spread a rainbow wing.
Keep Thou my soul! a trembling thing
As any moth that in daylight
Will spread a rainbow wing.