Come, Thou Bright and Morning Star

Come, Thou bright and Morning Star,
Light of Light without beginning;

Shine upon us from afar
That we may be kept from sinning.

Drive away by Thy clear light
Our dark night.

Let Thy grace, like morning dew
Falling soft on barren places,

Comfort, quicken, and renew
Our dry souls and dying graces;

Bless Thy flock from Thy rich store
Evermore.

May Thy fervent love destroy
Our cold works, in us awaking

Ardent zeal and holy joy
At the purple morn’s first breaking.

Let us truly rise ere yet
Life has set.

Ah! Thou Dayspring from on high,
Grant that at Thy next appearing

We who in the graves do lie
May arise, Thy summons hearing,

And rejoice in our new life,
Far from strife.

Light us to those heav’nly spheres,
Sun of grace, in glory shrouded;

Lead us through this vale of tears
To the land where days unclouded,

Purest joy, and perfect peace
Never cease.