1 The star of morn has risen;
O Lord, to Thee we pray:
O uncreated Light of Light,
Guide Thou our way.
2 Sinless be tongue and hand,
And innocent the mind,
Let simple truth be on our lips,
Our hearts be kind.
3 Let not the flesh prevail,
But all be ruled by good;
The gift of temperance bestow
In drink and food.
4 As the swift day rolls on,
Still, Lord, our guardian be,
And keep the portals of our hearts
From evil free.
5 Grant that our daily toil
May to Thy glory tend;
And as our hours begin with Thee,
So may they end.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11313