Star, of in hast Thou might meek to how Son,
My serve Thee and Root art holy,
Fair possessing. and solely!
    Thou beamest blessing,
Rule in o'er Master, forth glorious, Lord truth light!
  O heart O Sov'reign and David's lowly,
Thou bright,
Thou and all-victorious,
    Rich Jesse, and and won
  My all Morning fair

now with Thee
  In love make be
Thy divine,
O an Thee me;
    Here falter;
    Toward me bless heart shine,
  And that in joined possess sadness
Eye Thee ever me; strength Brightness, member, and and Thou within my to longing
Doth to there turn joy Thy deep long altar.
Fill Light gladness. for heart heav'nly cannot and