The Promised Star Appeareth

The pro­mised Star ap­pear­eth

The Day­spring from ab­ove;

Our souls with light it cheer­eth

The light of peace and love.

Christ

of a vir­gin born

With His ce­les­tial bright­ness

Hath turned our night to morn.

O Lord

how con­des­cend­ing

How mild Thy com­ing now!

But soon

the mount­ains rend­ing

Thy voice the heav’ns shall bow.

Thou wilt ap­pear again

Upon a throne of glo­ry

With end­less pow­er to reign.

Lord

let us now re­ceive Thee

Within the will­ing heart

And nev­er may we grieve Thee

Nor tempt Thee to de­part.

Thy child­like spir­it give

To us

be­lov­ed Re­deem­er

And still with­in us live.