MAKER of all, eternal King,
who day and night about dost bring:
who weary mortals to relieve,
dost in their times the seasons give:
Now the shrill cock proclaims the day,
and calls the sun’s awakening ray,
the wandering pilgrim’ guiding light,
that marks the watches night by night.
Roused at the note, the morning star
heaven’s dusky veil uplifts afar:
night’s vagrant bands no longer roam,
but from their dark ways hie them home.
The encouraged sailor’s fears are o’er,
the foaming billows rage no more:
Lo! e’en the very Church’s Rock
melts at the crowing of the cock.
New hope his clarion note awakes,
sickness the feeble frame forsakes,
the robber sheathes his lawless sword,
faith to fallen is restored.
Shed through our hearts Thy piercing ray,
our soul’s dull slumber drive away:
Thy Name be first on every tongue,
to Thee our earliest praises sung.
All laud to God the Father be;
all praise, Eternal Son, to Thee;
all glory, as is ever meet,
to God the Holy Paraclete. Amen.