Now wakes the triumphant song
Of the angelic throng,
Now shines the natal star with bright'ning ray;
The radiant morning awaits
Beyond her crystal gates,
To give the world its primal Christmas day.
From out the ancient night
Springs the prophetic light,
The dawning of the Golden Age appears;
The wrathful voice is still
On Ebal's cloudy hill,
The curse is lifted from the dolorous years.
Perpetual glory fills
The spaces of the hills,
The paths the humble Galilean trod,
The healing hand to reach,
Love's benison to teach,
Man's sovereign hope, the fatherhood of God.
With charity and cheer,
The swift recurrent year
Its gracious Christmas message shall repeat,
Till peace and Christ's good will
Th' regenerate earth shall fill,
And Love's eternal purpose is complete.