1 The Lands that long in Darkness lay
Now have beheld a heav'nly light;
Nations that sat in Death's cold shade,
Are bless'd with beams divinely bright.

2 The Virgin's promised Son is born,
Behold th'expected Child appears;
What shall his names or titles be?
The Wonderful, the Counsellor.

3 The Infant is the Mighty God
Come to be suckled and ador'd;
Th'eternal Father, Prince of Peace,
The son of David, and his Lord.