Lo, the clouds of night are rend­ing,
Clad in light, heav’nly bright,
Herald hosts to earth des­cend­ing,
Hail ap­proach­ing morn.

Hail the morn with hea­ven­ly sing­ing,
And the song, they pro­long,
News un­told to earth is bring­ing,
Of Im­ma­nu­el born.

Fearful watch­ers, see the glo­ry,
Cease to gaze with am­aze;
Herdsmen, sag­es, list the sto­ry,
Peace abides on earth.

Glory! sons of men re­peat it,
Heavenly morn, Christ is born,
Lift your eyes to Heav’n and greet it,
Greet Im­ma­nu­el’s birth.

Gone the dis­mal years of wait­ing,
Angels bright, shed your light!
Peace hath ban­ished ill and hating,
On this glo­ri­ous morn.

Glory be to God as­cend­ing,
And the Son, who hath won
Life for man in bliss un­end­ing,
Now the Christ is born.