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.”