How brightly shines the morning Star!
The nations see and hail afar
The light in Judah shining.
Thou David's son of Jacob's race
The Bridegroom, and the King of grace,
For thee our hearts are pining!
Great and glorious, thou victorious
Prince of graces,
Filling all the heavenly places!
Though circled by the hosts on high,
He deigns to cast a pitying eye
Upon his helpless creature;
The whole creation's Head and Lord,
By highest seraphim adored,
Assumes our very nature.
Jesus, grant us,
Through thy merit, to inherit
Here, o hear our supplication.
Rejoice, ye heav'ns; thou Earth, reply;
With praise, ye sinners, fill the sky,
For this his Incarnation.
Incarnate God, put forth thy power,
Ride on, ride on, great Conqueror,
Till all know thy salvation.
Praise be given
Evermore by earth and heaven.