|Text:||Sons of Men, Behold from Far|
1 Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected Star;
Jacob’s Star that gilds the night,
Guides bewildered nature right.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scatt’ring error’s wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.
3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your God appear:
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.
4 There behold the Dayspring rise,
Pouring light upon your eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.
5 Sing, ye morning stars, again,
God descends on earth to reign,
Deigns for man His life t’employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!
|First Line:||Sons of men, behold from far|
|Title:||Sons of Men, Behold from Far|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1739)|