The long expected hour draws near,
The dawning is begun;
And night’s dark shadows disappear
Before the rising Sun.
A king is born, whose righteous sway
Shall stretch through every land:
Ye mountains bend, ye rocks give way,
And own your maker’s hand.
The heavenly hosts with warm delight
Their joyful praise express;
And shall not earth her voice unite,
A Savior’s name to bless?
Glory to God on high, they sing,
Let peace on earth prevail;
Good will to man its blessings bring,
And joys that never fail.
Lord, let our faith and love increase,
Our lips Thy praises tell;
And let Thy presence and Thy peace
In every bosom dwell.