225Isaiah 9:2-7CM
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