And shout ye morning-stars, for joy.
Son of thy Sire’s eternal love,
Take to thyself thy mighty power;
Let all earth’s sons thy mercy prove,
Let all thy bleeding grace adore.
The triumphs of thy love display;
In every heart reign thou alone;
’Till all thy foes confess thy sway,
And glory ends what grace begun.
Spirit of grace, and health, and power,