CCCLIX. CHRIST the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning-Star.

ALL-HAIL, mysterious King!
Hail, David's ancient Root!
Thou righteous Branch, which thence didst spring,
To give the Nations Fruit.

Our weary Souls shall rest
Beneath thy grateful Shade;
Our thirsting Lips Salvation taste;
Our fainting Hearts are glad.

Fair Morning-Star, arise,
With living Glories bright,
And pour on these awak'ning Eyes
A Flood of sacred Light.

The horrid Gloom is fled,
Pierc'd by thy beauteous Ray;
Shine, and our wand'ring Footsteps lead
To everlasting Day.