Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful
Scatter night and brooding fear;
Wipe the eyes with sorrow tearful,--
Christ is here.
Ah, the doubting, faintly hoping
As the promised time drew near,
In the darkness blindly groping;--
Christ is here.
Come, O Christ! our souls with gladness
Greet Thine Advent with a cheer--
To a world that scorns its sadness;--
Christ is here.
Thou, the Father's love revealing,
Now to loveless men appear
With Thy gifts of grace and healing;--
Christ is here.
Hope is ours, and hope is bringing
To our sky a noontide clear;
Pardon, peace, and joy are singing,
Christ is here.
Life is ours, and life undying
Thrills the soul when Thou art near.
Up, my heart! enough of sighing,
Christ is here.