Thou Whose Birth

Thou whose birth on earth
Angels sang to men,
While the stars made mirth,
Savior, at thy birth
This day born again.

As this night was bright
With thy cradle-ray,
Very light of light,
Turn the wild world's night
To thy perfect day.

Bid our peace increase
Thou that madest morn,
Bid oppressions cease;
Bid the night be peace
Bid the day be born.