1 To hail Thy rising, Sun of life,
The gathering nations come;
Joyous as when the reapers bear
Their harvest treasures home.
2 For Thou our burden hast removed;
Th' oppressor's reign is broke;
Thy fiery conflict with the foe
Has burst his cruel yoke.
3 To us the promised Child is born;
To us he Son is given;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
And all the hosts of heaven.
4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored;
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty God and Lord.
5 His power increasing still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard His throne above
And peace abound below.
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First Line: | To hail Thy rising, Sun of life |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |