Jesus, Thou bright and morning Star,
We long to see Thee rise;
When Thou shalt to our joy appear,
And call us to the skies.
The world is sunk in sloth and sleep,
The night glides fast away;
While faithful souls their vigils keep,
And wait the dawn of day.
O! may we keep a steady gaze
To catch the morning light;
And may there be no cloudy haze
To hide Thee from our sight.
Night’s thickest gloom is gath’ring fast,
The dawn of day is near;
O! may our faith and patience last
Till Thou, our Star, appear.
Then, while the world is sleeping still,
Unconscious of the day,
Thou wilt Thy gracious word fulfill,
And call us hence away.
Although but little, Lord, we know
Of what Thy glories are,
Our daily cry, while here below,
Is, Rise, Thou Morning Star.