Rise in thy glory, O thou star of the morning, If on the desert wild my pathway may be; Break o'er my vision thru the night clouds above me; Star of my only hope, shine for me. Rise in thy glory, O thou star of the morning; Come, for my weeping eyes are longing for thee; Light from the summer land of ages eternal, Star of my only hope, shine for me. Where is the narrow way that leads to my Father? Here must I linger till thy dawning I see; O that my tired heart could rest on his bosom! Star of my only hope, shine for me. Lo! From the pearly gates of Eden descending, Star of the morning fair, they beauty I see; Now to my Father's house thy beams will direct me; Jesus, my Guiding Star, praise to thee. Chorus Millions thou hast lighted to the crimson fountain's side; Millions thou hast guided o'er the deep and swelling tide; Millions are rejoicing where the silver waters glide; Hast thou no light for me?