How love­ly shines the Morn­ing Star!
The na­tions see and hail afar
The light in Ju­dah shin­ing.
Thou Da­vid’s Son of Ja­cob’s race,
My bride­groom and my king of grace,
For Thee my heart is pin­ing.
Lowly, holy, great and glo­ri­ous,
Thou vic­to­ri­ous Prince of grac­es,
Filling all the heav’n­ly plac­es.

O high­est joy by mor­tals won,
True Son of God and Ma­ry’s son,
Thou high­born king of ag­es!
Thou art my heart’s most beau­teous flow­er,
And Thy blest Gos­pel’s sav­ing pow­er
My rap­tured soul en­gag­es.
Thou mine, I Thine; sing ho­san­na!
Heav’nly man­na tast­ing, eat­ing,
Whilst Thy love in songs repeat­ing.

Now rich­ly to my wait­ing heart,
O Thou, my God, deign to im­part
The grace of love un­dy­ing.
In Thy blest bo­dy let me be,
E’en as the branch is in the tree,
Thy life my life sup­ply­ing.
Sighing, cry­ing, for the sa­vor
Of Thy fa­vor; rest­ing ne­ver
Till I rest in Thee for­ev­er.

A pledge of peace from God I see
When Thy pure eyes are turned to me
To show me Thy good plea­sure.
Jesus, Thy Spir­it and Thy Word,
Thy body and Thy blood af­ford
My soul its dear­est trea­sure.
Keep me kind­ly in Thy fa­vor,
O my Sav­ior! Thou wilt cheer me;
Thy Word calls me to draw near Thee.

Thou, migh­ty Fa­ther, in Thy Son
Didst love me ere Thou hadst be­gun
This an­cient world’s foun­da­tion.
Thy Son hath made a friend of me,
And when in spir­it Him I see,
I joy in tri­bu­la­tion!
What bliss is this! He that liveth
To me giv­eth life for­ev­er;
Nothing me from Him can se­ver.

Lift up the voice and strike the string,
Let all glad sounds of mu­sic ring
In God’s high prais­es blend­ed.
Christ will be with me all the way,
Today, to­mor­row, ev­ery day,
Till tra­vel­ing days be ended.
Sing out, ring out, tri­umph glo­ri­ous,
O vic­to­ri­ous, chos­en na­tion;
Praise the God of your sal­va­tion.

Oh, joy to know that Thou, my friend,
Art Lord, be­gin­ning with­out end,
The first and last, eter­nal!
And Thou at length—O glo­ri­ous grace!—
Wilt take me to that ho­ly place,
The home of joys su­per­nal.
Amen, Amen! Come and meet me!
Quickly greet me! With deep yearn­ing
Lord, I look for Thy re­turn­ing.