How Lovely Shines the Morning Star

How love­ly shines the Morn­ing Star!

The na­tions see and hail afar

The light in Ju­dah shin­ing.

Thou Da­vid’s Son of Ja­cob’s race

My bride­groom and my king of grace

For Thee my heart is pin­ing.

Lowly

holy

great and glo­ri­ous

Thou vic­tor­ious Prince of grac­es

Filling all the heav’n­ly plac­es.

O high­est joy by mor­tals won

True Son of God and Ma­ry’s son

Thou high­born king of ag­es!

Thou art my heart’s most beau­teous flow­er

And Thy blest Gos­pel’s sav­ing pow­er

My rap­tured soul en­gag­es.

Thou mine

I Thine; sing ho­san­na!

Heav’nly man­na tast­ing

eat­ing

Whilst Thy love in songs repeat­ing.

Now rich­ly to my wait­ing heart

O Thou

my God

deign to im­part

The grace of love un­dy­ing.

In Thy blest bo­dy let me be

E’en as the branch is in the tree

Thy life my life sup­ply­ing.

Sighing

cry­ing

for the sa­vor

Of Thy fa­vor; rest­ing nev­er

Till I rest in Thee for­ev­er.

A pledge of peace from God I see

When Thy pure eyes are turned to me

To show me Thy good plea­sure.

Jesus

Thy Spir­it and Thy Word

Thy body and Thy blood af­ford

My soul its dear­est trea­sure.

Keep me kind­ly in Thy fa­vor

O my Sav­ior! Thou wilt cheer me;

Thy Word calls me to draw near Thee.

Thou

migh­ty Fa­ther

in Thy Son

Didst love me ere Thou hadst be­gun

This an­cient world’s foun­da­tion.

Thy Son hath made a friend of me

And when in spir­it Him I see

I joy in tri­bu­la­tion!

What bliss is this! He that liveth

To me giv­eth life for­ev­er;

Nothing me from Him can sev­er.

Lift up the voice and strike the string

Let all glad sounds of mu­sic ring

In God’s high prais­es blend­ed.

Christ will be with me all the way

Today

to­mor­row

ev­ery day

Till tra­vel­ing days be ended.

Sing out

ring out

tri­umph glo­ri­ous

O vic­tor­ious

chos­en na­tion;

Praise the God of your sal­va­tion.

Oh

joy to know that Thou

my friend

Art Lord

be­gin­ning with­out end

The first and last

eter­nal!

And Thou at length—O glo­ri­ous grace!—

Wilt take me to that ho­ly place

The home of joys su­per­nal.

Amen

Amen! Come and meet me!

Quickly greet me! With deep yearn­ing

Lord

I look for Thy re­turn­ing.