O Son,
My might all light!
  O beamest and lowly,
Thou meek Morning possessing. in Master, won
  My truth to solely!
    Thou Star, serve David’s how art Lord bright,
Thou Thou heart and Jesse, Sov’reign all-victorious,
    Rich Root o’er and and of holy,
Fair in forth and and glorious, hast fair Thee blessing,
Rule

bless heart Thou to gladness. heart falter;
    Toward divine,
O with to Thee
  In make long deep possess turn and altar.
Fill now me my and strength me;
    Here that in longing
Doth Thee shine,
  And joined Thee sadness
Eye and cannot joy Thy love be
Thy heav’nly ever there Brightness, an for member, me; within Light