Sons of men, behold from far,

Hail the long-expected Star!

Star of truth, that, ’mid the night,

Guides bewildered man aright.

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 Lord appear;

Haste, for him your hearts prepare,

Meet him manifested there!

There behold the dayspring rise,

Pouring light on mortal eyes;

See it chase the shades away,

Shining to the perfect day.