Break forth, O beauteous heav'nly light
And usher in the morning;
Ye shepherds, shrink not with affright,
But hear the angel's warning.
This Child now weak in infancy,
Our confidence and joy shall be.
The pow'r of Satan breaking,
Our peace enternal making.
He comes, a Child, from realms on high,
He comes the heav'ns adoring;
He comes to earth to live and die,
A broken race restoring.
Although the King of kings is He,
He comes in deep humility;
His people to deliver,
And reign in us forever.
