Lo, the Clouds of Night Are Rending

Lo

the clouds of night are rend­ing

Clad in light

heav’n­ly bright

Herald hosts to earth des­cend­ing

Hail ap­proach­ing morn.

Hail the morn with heav’n­ly sing­ing

And the song

they pro­long

News un­told to earth is bring­ing

Of Im­ma­nu­el born.

Fearful watch­ers

see the glo­ry

Cease to gaze with am­aze;

Herdsmen

sag­es

list the sto­ry

Peace ab­ides on earth.

Glory! sons of men re­peat it

Heav’nly morn

Christ is born

Lift your eyes to Heav’n and greet it

Greet Im­ma­nu­el’s birth.

Gone the dis­mal years of wait­ing

Angels bright

shed your light!

Peace hath ban­ished ill and hat­ing

On this glo­ri­ous morn.

Glory be to God as­cend­ing

And the Son

who hath won

Life for man in bliss un­end­ing

Now the Christ is born.