|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
The race that long in darkness pined
have seen a glorious light;
the people dwell in day, who dwelt
in death's surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,
the gathering nations come,
joyous as when the reapers bear
the harvest-treasures home.
To us a Child of hope is born,
to us a Son is given;
him shall the tribes of earth obey,
him all the hosts of heaven.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace
for evermore adored,
the Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty Lord.
His power increasing still shall spread,
his reign no end shall know;
justice shall guard his throne above
and peace abound below.