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

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