Through Midnight Ages Dark and Lone

Through mid­night ag­es dark and lone

Oppression tri­umphed o’er the free;

They set the watch

they rolled the stone

Upon the grave of li­ber­ty;

When lo! the an­gels burst the gloom

And free­dom ris­es from the tomb.

Robed in the sa­ble veil of fear

The mourn­ers haste at ear­ly day

But an­gels from a bright­er sphere

Disperse their gloomy cares away;

Rejoice! O earth

rej­oice! they cry

For free­dom lives

no more to die.

O Christ

our Sav­ior! Thou who art

The Lord and rul­er of the free

Reveal to ev­ery hu­man heart

The free­dom that is found in Thee;

So shall the world’s last ty­rant fall

And love and light be all in all.