II The song of the light
Hail, gladdening light, of his pure glory poured
Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest;
Holiest of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord!
Now we are come to the sun’s hour of rest;
the lights of evening round us shine,
We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit divine!
Worthiest art thou at all times to be sung, with undefiled tongue,
Son of our God, giver of life, alone:
Therefore in all the world thy glories, Lord, they own.

III The blessing of the light
Come, true light. Come, life eternal. Come, hidden mystery.
Come, treasure without name. Come, reality beyond all words.
Come, person beyond all understanding. Come, rejoicing without end.
Come, light that knows no evening. Come, for my wretched soul has ever longed for you.
Come, alone to the alone, for as you see I am alone: you have separated me from all things and made me to be alone upon the earth.
Come, for you are yourself the desire that is within me, and you have caused me to long after you, the wholly inaccessible.
Come, unfailing expectation of the saved. Come, raising of the fallen.
Come, the resurrection of the dead.

Let my prayer rise before you as incense; the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
O Lord, I call to you; come to me quickly, hear my voice when I cry to you.
But my eyes are turned to you, Lord God; in you I take refuge; do not leave me defenceless.

I: Psalm 27: 1 & Psalm 18: 28;
II: Greek, third century
III: St Symeon The new Theologian; Psalm 141: 2, 1, 8