Rapture! be kindling, mounting, glowing,
While from thine eye the tear is flowing,
Pure, warm, and bright!
’Twas on this day—oh, love divine!—
The Orient Star’s effulgence rose;
Then waked the Morn, whose eye benign
Shall never, never close!
CHORUS.
Messiah! be thy name adored,
Eternal, high, redeeming Lord!