8,7,8,3 Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful Scatter night and brooding fear; Wipe the eyes with sorrow tearful, -- Christ is here. Ah, the doubting, faintly hoping As the promised time drew near, In the darkness blindly groping; -- Christ is here. Come, O Christ! our souls with gladness Greet Thine Advent with a cheer -- To a world that scorns its sadness; -- Christ is here. Thou, the Father's love revealing, Now to loveless men appear With Thy gifts of grace and healing; -- Christ is here. Hope is ours, and hope is bringing To our sky a noontide clear; Pardon, peace, and joy are singing, Christ is here. Life is ours, and life undying Thrills the soul when Thou art near. Up, my heart! enough of sighing, Christ is here. |