A Light to Lighten the Gentiles.
The race that long in darkness pine
Have seen a glorious light;
The people dwell in day who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come,
With joy, as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.
2 To us a child of hope is born;
To us a Son is given;
And him shall all the earth obey,
And all the hosts of heaven.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord.
John Morrison, 1781.