All Faded Is the Glowing Light

All faded is the glow­ing light

That once from Heav­en shone

When star­tled shep­herds in the night

The an­gels came up­on.

O shine again

ye an­gel host

And say that He is near;

Though but a simp­le few at most

Believe He will ap­pear.

Ye heav’ns

that have been grow­ing dark

Now also are ye dumb;

When shall the list­en­ers say

Hark!

They’re sing­ing—He will come?

Lord

come again

oh

come again

Come even as Thou wilt;

But not anew to suf­fer pain

And strive with hu­man guilt.

Oh

come again

Thou migh­ty King

Let earth Thy glo­ry see;

And let us hear the an­gels sing

He comes with vic­to­ry.