The Long Expected Hour Draws Near

The long ex­pect­ed hour draws near

The dawn­ing is be­gun;

And night’s dark sha­dows dis­ap­pear

Before the ris­ing Sun.

A king is born

whose right­eous sway

Shall stretch through ev­ery land:

Ye mount­ains bend

ye rocks give way

And own your mak­er’s hand.

The heav­en­ly hosts with warm de­light

Their joy­ful praise ex­press;

And shall not earth her voice unite

A Sav­ior’s name to bless?

Glory to God on high

they sing

Let peace on earth pre­vail;

Good will to man its bless­ings bring

And joys that nev­er fail.

Lord

let our faith and love in­crease

Our lips Thy prais­es tell;

And let Thy pre­sence and Thy peace

In ev­ery bo­som dwell.