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 came from heav'n
To save a ruined race,
Thy love and lowliness still shine
Upon Thy glorious face.
Jesus, the One who trod the earth,
The lowly, subject One,
Obedience unto death was Thine,
God's well-belovèd Son!
Jesus, what memories thrill our hearts
Of Thy blest footprints here,
While now to heav'n our eyes we turn
And gaze upon Thee there!
Jesus, O blessèd Saviour, come,
That we may with Thee be;
Heav'n's morning breaks and glory dawns
When Thy blest face we see.
Miss A.E. Price (1838-1919)