Holy Jesus! every day
keep us in the narrow way;
and, when earthly things
are past,
bring our ransomed souls at last
where they need no star to
guide,
where no clouds thy glory hide.
In the heavenly country
bright,
need they no created light;
thou its light, its joy, its
crown,
thou its sun which goes not down;
there for ever may we
sing
alleluias to our King.