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 throughout, 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.