Phoebus, with reins gathered firmly

1 Phoebus, with reins gathered firmly,
Bringeth his steeds from the sea;
Lighting, with red the green hillside,
Purple and golden to see.
Solemn the stars have retreated,
Vanished in majesty bright;
And, in the glowing horizon,
Shineth the angel of light.

2 Sweetly with songs do we greet thee,
Holy and beautiful day;
Cheerfully, joyfully meet thee,
Singing our youth's happy lay.
Stay with us, stay with our bright band,
Where there is singing and joy;
Let not too quickly the sweet hours
Our happy meeting destroy.


Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #52