1 Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart,
The star of the coming day,
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.
2 Bid the whole earth, responsive now
To that bright world above,
Break forth in rapturous strains of joy
To celebrate thy love.
3 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits,
Of grace and peace divine;
And thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine.
4 See how thy fair creation groans,
The sky, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for thee.
5 Come, blessèd Lord, let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name,
And own thee as their king.
Source: The New English Hymnal #399
|First Line:||Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart|
|Author:||Sir Edward Denny (1842)|
"Thy saints proclaim Thee King: and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love,"by which it was apparently suggested. A cento from this hymn, beginning with stanza ii., "Come, blessed Lord! bid every shore," is in a few collections. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)