Jesus, our Lord, Thou Morning Star,
How well we know Thy name,
Jesus, the Lord, the Crucified,
In glory still the same.

Jesus, the One who left the throne
To save a ruined race,
Thy love and lowliness still shine
Upon that glorious face.

Jesus, the One who trod the earth,
The lowly, subject One,
Obedience unto death was Thine,
God’s well-beloved Son!

Jesus! what mem’ries thrill our hearts
Of Thy blest footprints here,
While now to heaven our eyes we turn
And gaze upon Thee there!

Jesus, our Savior, quickly come!
That we may with Thee be;
Heaven’s morning breaks and glory dawns,
When Thy blest face we see.