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 heavens, 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, O come again,

Come even as Thou wilt;

But not anew to suffer pain,

And strive with human guilt.

O come again, Thou mighty King,

Let earth Thy glory see;

And let us hear the angels sing,

"He comes with victory."