The world is cold and dark;
The winter season drear;
A Voice divine is sounding; hark,
The tones are soft and clear
The Lord is near.

The hope of brighter days
Must through the darkness peer
To catch the trace of early rays
Which in the east appear.
The Lord is near.

Oh, ring, tremendous Voice,
In every waking ear;
Let those who hear the sound rejoice,
And those who slumber hear.
The Lord is near.

O Sun of justice, rise
And rid the world of fear.
Announce the day that never dies,
The everlasting year.
The Lord is near.
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