From Lands That See the Sun Arise

From lands that see the sun arise

To earth’s re­mot­est boun­da­ries

The vir­gin born to­day we sing

The Son of Ma­ry

Christ the King.

Blest Au­thor of this earth­ly frame

To take a serv­ant’s form He came

That li­ber­at­ing flesh by flesh

Whom He had made might live afresh.

In that chaste par­ent’s ho­ly womb

Celestial grace hath found its home:

And she

as earth­ly bride un­known

Yet call that Off­spring blest her own.

The man­sion of the mo­dest breast

Becomes a shrine where God shall rest:

The pure and un­de­fil­èd one

Conceivèd in her womb the Son.

That Son

that roy­al Son she bore

Whom Ga­bri­el’s voice had told afore:

Whom

in His mo­ther yet con­cealed

The in­fant Bap­tist had re­vealed.

The man­ger and the straw He bore

The cra­dle did He not ab­hor:

By milk in in­fant por­tions bed

Who gives e’en fowls their dai­ly bread.

The heav’n­ly chor­us filled the sky

The an­gels sang to God on high

What time to shep­herds

watch­ing lone

They made cre­ation’s Shep­herd known.

For that Thine ad­vent glo­ry be

O Je­su

vir­gin born

to Thee!

With Fa­ther

and with Ho­ly Ghost

From men and from the heav’n­ly host.