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

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