See, the dawn from Heaven is breaking

  O'er our sight,

And Earth from sin awaking,

  Hails the light!

See those groups of angels, winging

  From the realms above,

On their brows, from Eden, bringing

  Wreaths of Hope and Love.

Hark, their hymns of glory pealing

  Thro' the air,

To mortal ears revealing

  Who lies there!

In that dwelling, dark and lowly,

  Sleeps the Heavenly Son,

He, whose home's above,—the Holy,

  Ever Holy One!