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

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