1 Now that the daystar glimmers bright, We suppliantly pray That he, the uncreated Light, May guide us on our way. 2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove, But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love. 3 And while the hours in order flow, O Christ, securely fence Our gates, beleaguered by the foe, The gate of every sense. 4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend; That we begin it at thy word, And in thy blessing end.