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

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