The wondering sages trace from far

Bright in the west the Morning-Star

A Light illumes the western skies,

Seen never in the east to rise.

Eternity produced its blaze,

Time’s Fulness hails its nearer rays;

Its brightness chases night away,

And kindles darkness into Day.

O Jesu! brightest Morning-Star!

Shed forth Thy beams both near and far,

That all, in these our later days,

May know Thee, and proclaim Thy praise.