How brightly beams the Morning Star!

What sudden radiance from afar

Doth glad us with its shining,

Brightness of God that breaks our night

And fills the darken'd souls with light

Who long for truth were pining!

Thy Word, Jesu, Inly feeds us,

Rightly leads us,

Life bestowing;

Praise, oh praise such love o'erflowing.

Thou here my Comfort, there my Crown,

Thou King of Heaven, who camest down

To dwell as man beside me;

My heart doth praise Thee o'er and o'er,

If Thou art mine I ask no more,

Be wealth or fame denied me;

Thee I seek now; None who proves Thee,

None who loves Thee

Finds Thee fail him;

Lord of life, Thy powers avail him!

Through Thee alone can I be blest,

Then deep be on my heart imprest

The love that Thou hast borne me;

So make it ready to fulfil

With burning zeal Thy holy will,

Though men may vex or scorn me;

Saviour, let me Never lose Thee,

For I choose Thee,

Thirst to know Thee;

All I am and have I owe Thee!

O God, our Father far above,

Thee too I Praise, for all the love

Thou in Thy Son dost give me!

In Him am I made one with Thee,

My Brother and my Friend is He;

Shall aught affright or grieve me?

He is Greatest, Best, and Highest,

Ever nighest

To the weakest;

Fear no foes, if Him thou seekest!

O praise to Him who come to save,

Who conquer'd death and burst the grave;

Each day new praise resoundeth

To Him the Lamb who once was slain,

The Friend whom none shall trust in vain,

Whose grace for aye aboundeth;

Sing, ye Heavens, Tell the story

Of His glory,

Till His praises

Flood with light Earth's darkest places.