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.