The lands that long in dark­ness lay
Now have be­held a heav’n­ly light;
Nations that sat in death’s cold shade
Are blessed with beams di­vin­ely bright.

The vir­gin’s pro­mised son is born,
Behold th’ex­pect­ed Child ap­pear:
What shall His names or ti­tles be?
The Won­der­ful, the Coun­sel­or.

This In­fant is the migh­ty God,
Come to be suck­led and ad­ored;
Th’eter­nal Fa­ther, Prince of Peace,
The Son of Da­vid, and his Lord.

The gov­ern­ment of earth and seas
Upon His shoul­ders shall be laid;
His wide do­min­ions still in­crease,
And hon­ors to His name be paid.

Jesus, the ho­ly Child, shall sit
High on His fa­ther Da­vid’s throne;
Shall crush His foes be­neath His feet,
And reign to ag­es yet un­known.