Cento from {Hymnomen kouron nymphas}
I
In the Father"s glory shining, Jesus, Light of light art Thou; Sordid night before Thee fleeth,-- On our souls Thou"rt falling now.
II
Framer of the world, we hail Thee!
Thou didst mould the stars of night; Earth to life Thou dost awaken, Saviour Thou, of glorious might!
III
"Tis Thy hand that guides the chariot When the sun illumes the skies, And the dark of night relaxes When Thou bidst the moon arise.
IV
At Thy word the harvest ripens, Flocks and herds their pasture find; Earth gives bread to feed the hungry, For the hand of G.o.d is kind.
V
May my soul, her want perceiving, Turn her gaze to where Thou art, And in all Thy fulness find Thee Food to satisfy the heart.