All the world was wrapped in darkness,
dim the promised hope had grown.
Still they waited for his coming,
whom the prophets had foreknown.
"Watchman," cried the weary faithful,
"Why does he so long delay?
Have you not some sign to give us?
When shall dawn that glorious day?"
"Hear my words," the watchman answered,
"joy and comfort shall come nigh.
Bethl'em star, as sages promised,
soon will light the eastern sky."
"Wonderful," shall nations call him,
"Mighty God, the Prince of Peace;"
he shall bring the poor glad tidings,
captives soon shall find release.
"Words of joy you bring, O watchman,
prophet signs you have made clear."
Though he tarry, yet with glory
our Messiah shall appear.
Adam's son, yet God Incarnate,
Word made flesh with us to dwell;
in prophetic consummation,
quickly come, Immanuel!