BY SIR EDWARD DENNY
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart,
Star of the coming day,
Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away!
Jesus, Thy fair creation groans—
The air, the earth, the sea—
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee
Come, blessed Lord! Let ev'ry shore
And answ'ring island sing
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King!
Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of vict'ry Thine!