1 O Christ, Thou bright and morning Star,
Now shed Thy light abroad:
Shine on us from Thy throne afar
With Thy pure glorious Word,
With Thy pure glorious Word.

2 O Jesus, Comfort of the poor,
I lift my heart to Thee:
I know Thy mercies still endure
And Thou wilt pity me,
And Thou wilt pity me.

3 For Thou didst suffer for my soul,
Her burdens to remove:
O make me through Thy sorrows whole,
Refresh me with Thy love,
Refresh me with Thy love.

4 Then, Jesus, glory, honor, praise,
I'll ever sing to Thee:
And Thou at last my soul wilt raise
To endless joys with Thee,
To endless joys with Thee!

Amen.