1 This night a wondrous revelation
Makes known to me God’s love and grace;
The Child that merits adoration
Brings light to our benighted race,
And though a thousand suns did shine,
Still brighter were that Light divine.

2 The Sun of grace for thee is beaming;
Rejoice, my soul, in Jesus’ birth!
The light from yonder manger streaming
Sends forth its rays o’er all the earth.
It drives the night of sin away
And turns our darkness into day.

3 This light, which all thy gloom can banish,
The bliss of heaven glorifies;
When sun and moon and star shall vanish,
Its rays shall still illume the skies;
Thine eyes thro' all eternity
The glory of that Light shall see.

4 O Jesus, precious Sun of gladness,
Fill Thou my soul with light, I pray!
Dispel the gloomy night of sadness,
And teach Thou me this Christmas day
How I a child of light may be,
Aglow with light that comes from Thee.

Amen.