All Hail, Thou Night, Than Day More Bright

All hail

thou night

than day more bright

Through whose mys­te­ri­ous shade

In won­drous birth

arose on earth

From bo­som of pure maid

The Sun new-born

a Star of morn

Filling all the world with light!

He who alone

from Heav­en’s high throne

Rules all

and doth re­store

To God’s em­brace man’s fall­en race

Lies on a cot­tage floor

Like Him that we

save po­ver­ty

Have naught to call our own.

While o’er their sheep close watch they keep

Those shep­herds first re­ceive

The heav’n­ly call

that doth to all

Great joy and glad­ness give—

The call from Heav’n to watch­men giv’n

That wake and nev­er sleep.