The Sunrise

Though we sit in darkness

And in death’s shadow lie,

Mercy comes from heaven,

The Sunrise from on high.

See the baby Jesus,

Who in a manger lies.

He’ll speak peace to sinners

When on the Cross He dies.

Because of tender mercy

He cannot lift a limb.

For this He left His throne and

All the seraphim.

In joy we can’t imagine

Jesus used to dwell,

But He comes from heaven

To take upon our hell.

He does not belong here;

He is far too pure,

But for wretched sinners

The Cross He will endure.

This babe dispelled the shadows

We for ourselves had made.

He conquered death forever

When down His life He laid.