Come, Thou Bright and Morning Star

Come

Thou bright and morn­ing star

Light of light with­out be­gin­ning;

Shine up­on us from afar

That we may be kept from sin­ning.

Drive away by Thy clear light

Our dark night.

Let Thy grace

like morn­ing dew

Falling soft on bar­ren plac­es

Comfort

quick­en

and re­new

Our dry souls and dy­ing grac­es;

Bless Thy flock from Thy rich store

Evermore.

May Thy fer­vent love de­stroy

Our cold works

in us awak­ing

Ardent zeal and ho­ly joy

At the pur­ple morn’s first break­ing.

Let us tru­ly rise ere yet

Life has set.

Ah! Thou day­spring from on high

Grant that at Thy next ap­pear­ing

We who in the graves do lie

May arise

Thy sum­mons hear­ing

And re­joice in our new life

Far from strife.

Light us to those heav­en­ly spheres

Sun of grace

in glo­ry shroud­ed;

Lead us through this vale of tears

To the land where days un­cloud­ed

Purest joy

and per­fect peace

Never cease.