1 "Stand still, refulgent orb of day!"
The Jewish victor cries:
So shall, at last, an angel say,
And tear it from the skies.

2 A flame, intenser than the sun,
Shall melt his golden urn;
Time's empty glass no more shall run,
Nor human years return.

3 Then, with immortal splendor bright;
That glorious orb shall rise,
Which through eternity shall light
The new-created skies.

4 His moral triumphs then complete,
Jesus, our Lord, shall place
Before his heav'nly Father's seat
The heirs of life and grace.

5 Unceasing flows the mortal tide;
Unceasing let it flow:
If thou, O Lord, our guard and guide,
Wilt daily grace bestow.

6 Then, sun of nature! roll along
And bear our years away:
The sooner shall we join the song
Of everlasting day.