The Race That Long in Darkness Pined

The race that long in dark­ness pined

Have seen a glo­ri­ous light;

The peo­ple dwell in day

who dwelt

In death’s sur­round­ing night.

To hail Thy rise

Thou bet­ter Sun

The ga­ther­ing nations come

Joyous as when the reap­ers bear

The har­vest trea­sures home.

For Thou our bur­den hast re­moved

And quelled the op­press­or’s sway

Quick as the slaugh­tered squad­rons fell

In Mi­di­an’s ev­il day.

To us a Child of hope is born

To us a Son is giv’n

Him shall the tribes of earth ob­ey

Him all the hosts of Heav’n.

His name shall be the Prince of Peace

Forevermore ad­ored

The Won­der­ful

the Coun­sel­or

The great and migh­ty Lord.

His pow’r in­creas­ing still shall spread

His reign no end shall know:

Justice shall guard His throne above

And peace abound be­low.