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

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