The lands that long in darkness lay Now have beheld a heav'nly light; Nations that sat in death's cold shade Are bless'd 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. |
