Light of the Lonely Pilgrim’s Heart

Light of the lone­ly pil­grim’s heart

Star of the com­ing day

Arise

and with Thy morn­ing beams

Chase all our griefs away.

Come

bless­èd Lord

bid ev­ery shore

And an­swer­ing is­land sing

The prais­es of Thy roy­al name

And own Thee as their king.

Bid the whole earth

re­spons­ive now

To the bright world ab­ove

Break forth in rap­tur­ous strains of joy

In me­mo­ry of Thy love.

Lord

Lord

Thy fair cre­ation groans

The air

the earth

the sea

In uni­son with all our hearts

And calls aloud for Thee.

Come

then

with all Thy quick­en­ing pow­er

With one awak­en­ing smile

And bid the ser­pent’s trail no more

Thy beau­te­ous realms de­file.

Thine was the cross

with all its fruits

Of grace and peace di­vine;

Be Thine the crown of glo­ry now

The palm of vic­to­ry Thine.