Sol, ecce surgit igneus:
piget, pudescit, paenitet,
nec teste quisquam lumine
peccare constanter potest.
Tandem facessat caecitas,
quae nosmet in praeceps diu
lapsos sinistris gressibus
errore traxit devio.
Haec lux serenum conferat
purosque nos praestet sibi;
nihil loquamur subdolum,
volvamus obscurum nihil.
Sic tota decurrat dies,
ne lingua mendax, ne manus
oculive peccent lubrici,
Ne noxa corpus inquinet.
Speculator astat desuper,
Qui nos diebus omnibus,
actusque nostros prospicit
a luce prima in vesperum.
Deo Patri sit gloria,
eiusque soli Filio,
cum Spiritu Paraclito,
nunc et per omne saeculum. Amen.
Behold the sun arise aflame,
Evoking penitence and shame;
None, witnessed by those fiery rays,
Persists in sin beneath its gaze.
For long enough has blindness led
Our feet on wrongful roads to tread
And into foolish danger send;
Now let that blindness find an end.
Let daylight bring serenity,
And make us dwell in purity;
Let us no cunning word express,
Nor turn our thoughts to wickedness.
So, as the day goes passing by,
No lying tongue, no straying eye,
No hand should sin; the body, free
From guilt, should guard its purity.
The light of God stands by above,
Who watches over all in love,
Perceiving all that we have done,
From morning light to setting sun.
To God the Father glory sing,
And to his only Son, our King;
Praise to the Spirit, equally,
Both now and in eternity. Amen.