Wrapped in the silence of the night,
Lay all the eastern world;
When bursting glorious heav’nly light,
The wondrous scene unfurled.
Hark! how they sing, they sing and shout,
And glory leads the song;
Goodwill and peace are heard thruout,
The glorious heav’nly throng.
His steady counsels change the face
Of each declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wint’ry days appear.
On us His providence has shown,
With gentle smiling rays;
Oh may our lips and lives make known,
His goodness and His praise.