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

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