To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear
The harvest-treasures home.
To us a Child of Hope is born,
To us a Son is given;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him all the hosts of heaven.
In bonds my perfect liberty,
My light in Satan's darkest hour,
In grief my Joy unspeakable,
My life In death, my heaven in hell