Phos Hilaron


Hail gladdening light, of Your pure glory poured Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest O Holiest of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord And now we've come to the sun's hour of rest The lights of evening round us shine We hymn the Father, Son, Spirit divine Worthiest art thou at all times to be sung O with undefiled tongue Son of our God, giver of life, alone Son of our God, giver of life, alone Son of our God, giver of life, alone Therefore in all the world Thy glories, Lord, thine own

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