1 Now, the blessèd Dayspring
Cometh from on high;
Now, the worlds' Redeemer,
To her aid, draws nigh;
Bearer of the tidings,
From the throne of light,
To a lowly maiden,
Speeds an angel bright.

2 In the chosen daughter
Of King David's line,
God fulfils the promise
Of King Ahaz' sign:
Gabriel hath spoken;
Mary hath believed;
And, behold a virgin
Hath a Son conceived.

3 Though He take our nature
Linked to low estate,
Though He stoop to suffer,
Yet shall He be great;
Though His crown and sceptre
Be of thorn and reed,
His shall be the kingdom
Sworn to David's Seed.

4 Light to light the Gentiles
Bending at His throne;
Glory to His people
When His sway they own;
He shall reign forever,
King of kings confessed,
And all tribes and kindreds
Shall, in Him, be blest.

Amen.