Wide o’er Earth’s Remotest Border

Wide o’er earth’s re­mot­est bor­der

Long had mid­night dark­ness dwelt

Darkness

par­ent of dis­or­der

Darkness

such as might be felt.

But the Lord of life des­cend­ing

From His man­sion in the skies

Peace and joy His steps at­tend­ing

Bids a glo­ri­ous light arise.

Jesus comes; in si­lent won­der

Nations hail the new-born light

While He rends the veil asun­der

Which con­cealed Him from their sight.

Now the prince of dark­ness trembles

For his reign is near its end;

All his forces he as­sem­bles

His frail em­pire to de­fend.

Vain at­tempt! the word is spok­en

Christ shall reign on ev­ery shore;

Soon shall Sa­tan’s rod be brok­en

Sin and dark­ness be no more.