Sons of Men, Behold from Far

Sons of men

be­hold from far

Hail the long-ex­pect­ed star;

Jacob’s star that gilds the night

Guides be­wil­dered n­ature right.

Fear not hence that ill should flow

Wars or pes­ti­lence be­low

Wars it bids and tu­mults cease

Ushering in the Prince of Peace.

Mild it shines on all be­neath

Piercing through the shades of death;

Scattering er­ror’s wide-spread night

Kindling dark­ness in­to light.

Nations all

re­mote and near

Haste to see your God ap­pear:

Haste

for Him your hearts pre­pare

Meet Him ma­ni­fest­ed there.

There be­hold the Day-spring rise

Pouring light up­on your eyes:

See it chase the shades away

Shining to the per­fect day.

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.