1 The moon and planets, while they run
Their circles round the night,
Receive their lustre from the sun,
Source of created light,
Angels and saints on earth, alone,
Beauty and bliss obtain,
From him that sits upon the throne,
The Lamb that once was slain.

2 O Sun of righteousness, impart
Thy glorious light divine;
On every school, in every heart,
Arise, and ever shine.
Still may we, Lord, drawn by thy love,
Our source, attraction, end,
Round thee, our sun, perpetual move;
To thee, our centre, tend.