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

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