On starry night an angel’s voice
Amidst the forlorn fields;
“Don’t weep my children, now rejoice
A Saviour soon shall rise.”
For all the lost and broken ones,
For widows and the lonely,
For rich and poor, and weary ones
His kindness for their worries.
A lamb in nature, robed in light
With armour mighty strong.
His blazing gaze gives men their sight,
To rise: their eagles’ flight.
In every place, at every time,
Does David’s root send seed.
Gives rest indeed to all mankind,
Through faith in Christ received.