Light of the lone­ly pil­grim’s heart,
Star of the com­ing day,
Arise, and with Thy morn­ing beams
Chase all our griefs away.

Come, bless­èd Lord, bid ev­ery shore
And an­swer­ing is­land sing
The prais­es of Thy roy­al name,
And own Thee as their king.

Bid the whole earth, re­spons­ive now
To the bright world above,
Break forth in rap­tur­ous strains of joy
In me­mo­ry of Thy love.

Lord, Lord, Thy fair cre­ation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In uni­son with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee.

Come, then, with all Thy quick­en­ing pow­er
With one awak­en­ing smile,
And bid the ser­pent’s trail no more
Thy beau­te­ous realms de­file.

Thine was the cross, with all its fruits,
Of grace and peace di­vine;
Be Thine the crown of glo­ry now,
The palm of vic­to­ry Thine.