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

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

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

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

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

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