The race that long in darkness sat,
Have seen a glorious light;
The people dwell in day, who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.
To hail the rise of that bright 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 ever more 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 in love,
And peace the nations know.