|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 Thy rise, Thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.
|3||To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a 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 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.
|John Morison, 1749-98|