The Lands That Long in Darkness Lay

The lands that long in dark­ness lay

Now have be­held a heav’n­ly light;

Nations that sat in death’s cold shade

Are blessed with beams di­vin­ely bright.

The vir­gin’s pro­mised son is born

Behold th’ex­pect­ed Child ap­pear:

What shall His names or ti­tles be?

The Won­der­ful

the Coun­sel­or.

This In­fant is the migh­ty God

Come to be suck­led and ad­ored;

Th’eter­nal Fa­ther

Prince of Peace

The Son of Da­vid

and his Lord.

The gov­ern­ment of earth and seas

Upon His shoul­ders shall be laid;

His wide do­min­ions still in­crease

And hon­ors to His name be paid.

Jesus

the ho­ly Child

shall sit

High on His fa­ther Da­vid’s throne;

Shall crush His foes be­neath His feet

And reign to ag­es yet un­known.