All throughout night's stillness deep
Holy symphonies to keep.
While the dead world sleeps around,
Let the sacred temples sound;
Law and prophet and blest psalm,
Lit with holy light so calm.
Thus to hearts in slumber weak
Let the heavenly trumpet speak;
And, like streaks of early morn,
New ways mark the newly born.
Grant us this, and with us be,
Sole fountain of all charity,
Thou who dost the Spirit give,
Bidding the dead letters live.
Equal praise to Father, Son,
And to Thee, the Holy One,
By whose quickening breath divine
Our dull spirits burn and shine.