All faded is the glow­ing light
That once from Hea­ven shone,
When star­tled shep­herds in the night
The an­gels came up­on.

O shine again, ye an­gel host,
And say that He is near;
Though but a simp­le few at most
Believe He will ap­pear.

Ye heav’ns, that have been grow­ing dark,
Now also are ye dumb;
When shall the list­en­ers say, Hark!
They’re sing­ing—He will come?

Lord, come again, oh, come again,
Come even as Thou wilt;
But not anew to suf­fer pain,
And strive with hu­man guilt.

Oh, come again, Thou migh­ty King,
Let earth Thy glo­ry see;
And let us hear the an­gels sing,
He comes with vic­to­ry.