1. Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
The Savior's throne of shining bliss,
O tell how mean your glories are,
How faint, and few, compared with his.
2. We sing the bright and morning-star,
Jesus, the spring of light and love;
See how its rays diffused from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.
3. Its cheering beams, spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled Christian's way;
Still as he goes he finds the road
Enlightened with a constant day.
4. Thus when the eastern Magi brought
Their royal gifts, a star appears,
Directs them to the babe they sought,
And guides their steps,and calms their fears.
5. When shall we reach the heavenly place,
Where this bright star will brightest shine;
Leave far behind these scenes of night.
And view a luster so divine.
Morning Star (Beddome posthumous 1818)
1. Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
The Savior's throne of shining bliss,
Oh tell, how mean your glories are;
How faint and few, compared with his!
2. We sing the bright and morning star,
Jesus, the source of light and love;
His purest rays, diffused from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.
3. 'Midst gloomy darkness spread abroad,
This light directs the pilgrim's way;
Still, as he goes, he finds the road,
That leads him safe to endless day.
4. When shall we reach the glorious height,
Where this bright star shall brightest shine;
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view the luster all divine.
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