Prayer for Light, A

To Thee we look for light—oh Thou! who art
     Of light Creator and exhaustless Source—
     In whom no darkness, with disturbing force,
E’er dwelt or dwells: Oh, HOLIEST! Iimpart
Illuminating grace to every heart
     That, weaned from self-reliance, lifts to Thee
     Its prayer for succor. Tossed on Life’s wild sea,
Clouds over and around, us with no chart
     Nor compass to direct—oh, who shall save
     Our frail barks, madly flung from wave to wave?
Thou only canst, whose fiat called the light
     The new-formed earth to gladden and to bless—
     Beam on us, then, oh, SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!
Kindling to perfect day our moral night.