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

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