1 O Christ, Thou bright and morning Star,
Now shed Thy light abroad:
Shine on us from Thy throne afar
With Thy pure glorious Word.
2 O Jesus, Comfort of the poor,
I lift my heart to Thee:
I know Thy mercies still endure,
And Thou wilt pity me.
3 For Thou didst suffer for my soul,
Her burdens to remove:
O make me through Thy sorrows whole,
Refresh me with Thy love.
4 Then, Jesus, glory, honor, praise,
I'll ever sing to Thee:
And Thou at last my soul wilt raise
To endless joys with Thee.
Source: Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church #350
|First Line:||O Christ, Thou bright and Morning Star|
|German Title:||O Christe, Morgensterne|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|