When the trav'ler weary,
Bending 'neath a load,
Through the darkness dreary
Toils along the road
In his worn-out sandal,
Hoping rest to win,
Sweet the shining candle
Of the welcome inn.
When the storm is pouring
O'er the midnight sea,
And the surge is roaring
'Neath the vessel's lee;
To the awe-struck seaman
Rapturous is the sight,
When through darkness gleaming
Shines the Beacon Light.
When the Church contending,
Weary, sad, forlorn,
Yet on God depending,
Watcheth for the morn,
Then what joy and gladness
When from heaven afar,
Ending all her sadness,
Shines the Morning Star.
Jesus! Lord of Glory,
Lord of life and peace,
Theme of angel's story,
Bid our wanderings cease.
See our bark is riven
By the tempest's jar,
Shine, oh shine, from heaven,
Bright and Morning Star.