Like a bridegroom the sunDons his robe that is spun       Of light,Which from Thee em

Like a bridegroom the sun
Dons his robe that is spun
      Of light,
Which from Thee emanated
Yet in no wise abated
      Thy light.

Taught to go westward round
With obeisance profound
      To his Lord,
He by service so loyal
To a master so royal
      Is a lord.

While his homage each day
Serves to mark and display
      Thy glory,
’Tis Thy hand that investeth
The robe on which resteth
      His glory.