1 Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
The Savior's throne of shining bliss,
O tell how mean your glories are,
How faint, and few, compared with his.
2 We sing the bright and Morning-Star,
(Jesus, the spring or light and love;)
See how its rays, diffused from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.
3 Its cheering beams, spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled Christian's way;
Still as he goes, he finds the road
Enlightened with a constant day.
4 [Then when the eastern magi brought
Their royal gifts, a star appears,
Directs them to the babe they sought,
And guides their steps, and calms their fears.]
5 When shall we reach the heavenly place,
Where this bright Star will brightest shine;
Leave, far behind, these scenes of night,
And view a luster so divine!
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791