Like rays of the ascending sun
That through Night's teeming darkness spears,
So shines Christ's love on everyone,
Ignoring our sinful wears.
Approach, sinner, do not despair,
Only follow the light of God.
Onward, climb the Salvation stair
And then by His graces be awed.
Come all races, kingdoms and tribes,
Cast off sin's inglorious masks.
Celebrate in God's holy vibes;
Drink up righteousness from His casks!
Hedonists leave the world's vain things
The Giver of Joy invites you!
Ditch the serpent and all he brings
Salvage your ways, quick! Join His crew.
Our doors are grazed by the moment
When the great noise shall be heard:
Oh! Wax not cold but be fervent
Stir up the World to be prepar'd!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem