The race that long in darkness pined has seen a glorious light; the people dwell in day, who dwelt in death's surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, the gath'ring 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 giv'n; him shall the tribes of earth obey, him all the hosts of heav'n.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace, forevermore adored: the Wonderful, the Counselor, the great and mighty Lord.
His pow'r increasing still shall spread; his reign no end shall know; justice shall guard his throne above, and peace abound below.