47. Sons of men, behold from far

1 Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail! the long-expected star;
Jacob's star that gilds the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right.

2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death
Scattering error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.

3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your God appear:
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him manifested there.

4 There behold the Day-Spring rise,
Pouring light upon your eyes:
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.

5 Sing, ye morning stars, again,
God descends on earth to reign.
Deigns for man his life to employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!

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