O God, whose hand hath spread the sky, And all its shining hosts on high, And painting it with fiery light, Made it so beauteous and so bright:

Thou, when the fourth day was begun, Didst frame the circle of the sun, And set the moon for ordered change, And planets for their wider range:

To night and day, by certain line,

Their varying bounds thou didst assign; And gav'st a signal, known and meet, For months begun and months complete.

Enlighten thou the hearts of men:

Polluted souls make pure again:

Unloose the bands of guilt within:

Remove the burden of our sin.

Grant this, O Father, ever One With Christ thy sole-begotten Son, Whom, with the Spirit we adore, One God, both now and evermore.

Amen.