1 The race that long in darkness pined
have seen a glorious light;
the people dwell in day, who dwelt
in death’s surrounding night.

2 To hail you, Sun of righteousness,
the gathering nations come,
rejoicing as when reapers bear
their harvest treasures home.

3 To us a child of hope is born,
to us a Son is given;
him shall the people all obey,
him all the hosts of heaven.

4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
for evermore adored,
the Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty Lord.

5 His power increasing still shall spread,
his reign no end shall know;
justice shall guard his throne above,
and peace abound below.