1 Break forth, O Sun of grace most tender,
And give my troubled heart relief!
To Thee obstructing clouds surrender,
And do no longer cause me grief.
Oh, let not those remain in blindness.
Who cry to Thee for loving-kindness.

2 Thou wert and art and ever stayest
The Comfort of the world in need;
Our fears and sorrows Thou allayest,
And art to penitents their meed,
Whatever trouble us assaileth,
Thy saving power never faileth.

3 Thou mak'st the deafened ear to hear Thee,
And givest to the blind their sight;
Thou healest lepers who draw near Thee,
The palsied walk with great delight;
Thou life and health to all hast given,
And to the poor Thy gifts from heaven.

4 When Thou hast thus Thy might exerted,
And let the world Thy glory see,
Why is my face from Thee averted?
O Jesus, turn my heart to Thee!
I know Thou art the same forever
In meeting Satan's vile endeavor.

5 My heat is filled with deep contrition,
O gracious Jesus, help Thou me!
Incline Thine ear to my petition,
And set from sin and grief me free.
Be Thou my Stay, my Joy, my Savior
And make me rich in love and favor!