Hail Morning Star! —the Father’s self and Son,
Lord Jesus Christ: Thy vic’try now is won:
Thy greeting back we bring;
Thy praise ‘tis ours to sing;
Heaven’s courts shall joyful ring
With ceaseless song.
Thou Lamb of God—thou Lamb for us once slain—
To shed Thy blood Thou cam’st in love divine,
To bear Almighty wrath,
To break sin’s power and death,
To let love’s tide flow forth:
All praise be Thine!
What brought Thee down to us from heaven’s height,
To midnight gloom, and shades of deepest night?
Thou didst pass angels by:
As man Thou cam’st to die,
That we might dwell on high,
With Thee in light.
This far surpasses all creation’s work—
There Thou saidst “Let light be,” when all was dark:
But now Thy praise we sing,
Who didst from heaven bring
As cure for death and sin:
Redemption’s worth.
O love beyond compare! O love divine!
Stronger than death and sin, let Thy light shine,
Till all the tribes on earth,
Learning Thy glorious worth,
Unite to set it forth
In joyful strain.