O Christ, our Morning Star, our Light,
A lamp before the path we tread,
In sorrow's hour, in darkest night,
You lift us where the soul has bled.
To You, O heart of humankind,
Our weary hands in faith we raise;
For love's soft voice and hope we find,
In trust and prayer, in quiet praise.
O Father, endless in Your grace,
Who breathed the dawn of time and peace,
In You our souls are held, embraced—
From doubt and fear, we find release.
O teach our hearts to humbly walk,
In Christ, the Way, with courage pure;
To hear Your word in silence talk,
And live in love, serene and sure.
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