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
Hallelujahs to out- King.
