1 The only Son from heaven,
foretold by ancient seers,
by God the Father given,
in human form appears.
No sphere his light confining,
no star so brightly shining
as he, our Morning Star.

2 O time of God appointed,
O bright and holy morn!
He comes, the King anointed,
the Christ, the virgin-born,
grim death to conquer for us,
to open heav'n before us
and bring us life again.

3 O Lord, our hearts awaken
to know and love you more,
in faith to stand unshaken,
in spirit to adore,
that we, through this world moving,
each glimpse of heaven proving,
may reap its fullness there.

4 O Father, here before you
with God the Holy Ghost
and Jesus, we adore you,
O Pride of angel host.
Before you mortals lowly
cry, "Holy, holy, holy,
O blessed Trinity!"