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.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871