Scripture Verse

The dayspring from on high hath visited us. Luke 1:78


Words: Chris­tian von Ro­se­nroth, 1664 (Mor­gen­glanz der Ewig­keit). Com­po­site trans­la­tion from Se­lect Hymns for Church and Home, by Ro­bert Brown-Borth­wick, 1871.

Music: Day­spring (Frey­ling­haus­en) Jo­hann A. Frey­ling­haus­en, 1704 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of von Ro­sen­roth (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Johann A. Freylinghausen (1670–1739)


Dayspring of eter­ni­ty!
Brightness of the Light di­vine,
As the day­light fills the sky,
Let Thy beams up­on us shine,
Scattering with their glo­ri­ous might
All our night.

As on droop­ing herb and flow­er
Lies the soft re­fresh­ing dew,
Let Thy Spir­it’s re­fresh­ing pow­er
Dry and faint­ing hearts re­new;
Showers of bless­ing ov­er all
Softly fall.

Let Thy fire of love de­stroy
All our earth­ly taint and lea­ven;
Wake our souls to love and joy,
Kindling like the east­ern hea­ven;
Let us tru­ly rise ere yet
Life hath set.

Dayspring of eter­nal skies,
Grant that on Thine ad­vent-morn,
From the dust our flesh may rise
To a nob­ler be­ing born,
Strong in Heav’en its course to run
As the sun.

Sorrowing here we seek Thy face;
Guide us with Thy cheer­ing ray:
Lead us, glo­ri­ous Sun of grace,
To the land of end­less day,
Where the joy that bids us rise
Never dies.