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

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