17 I shall see him, but not now; I shall behold him, but not nigh: There cometh a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and he shall cut in pieces the corners of Moab, and destroy all the sons of tumult.
Light of the waiting pilgrim's heart,
Star of the coming day,
Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away!