How Brightly Beams the Morning Star!

How bright­ly beams the Morn­ing Star!

What sud­den ra­di­ance from afar

Doth glad us with its shin­ing

Brightness of God that breaks our night

And fills the dark­ened souls with light

Who long for truth were pin­ing!

Thy Word

Je­su

in­ly feeds us

Rightly leads us

life be­stow­ing;

Praise

oh praise such love o’er­flow­ing.

Thou here my com­fort

there my crown

Thou King of Heav’n

who cam­est down

To dwell as man be­side me;

My heart doth praise Thee o’er and o’er

If Thou art mine I ask no more

Be wealth or fame de­nied me;

Thee I seek now; none who proves Thee

None who loves Thee finds Thee fail him;

Lord of life

Thy pow­ers avail him!

Through Thee alone can I be blest

Then deep be on my heart im­pressed

The love that Thou hast borne me;

So make it rea­dy to ful­fill

With burn­ing zeal Thy ho­ly will

Though men may vex or scorn me;

Savior

let me nev­er lose Thee

For I choose Thee

thirst to know Thee;

All I am and have I owe Thee!

O God

our Fa­ther far ab­ove

Thee too I praise for all the love

Thou in Thy Son dost give me!

In Him am I made one with Thee

My bro­ther and my friend is He;

Shall aught af­fright or grieve me?

He is great­est

best

and high­est

Ever nigh­est to the weak­est;

Fear no foes

if Him thou seek­est!

O praise to Him who came to save

Who con­quered death and burst the grave;

Each day new praise re­sound­eth

To Him the Lamb who once was slain

The Friend whom none shall trust in vain

Whose grace for aye abound­eth;

Sing

ye heav­ens

tell the sto­ry

Of His glo­ry

till His prais­es

Flood with light earth’s dark­est places.