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

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