Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart,
The star of coming day,
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.
Bid the whole earth, responsive now
To that bright world above,
Break forth in rapturous strains of joy
To celebrate thy love.
Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
And thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine.
See how thy fair creation groans,
The sky, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for thee.
Come, blessed Lord, let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name,
And own thee as their king.
