The Race That Long in Darkness Pined

Verse 1

The souls who long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious light; The people dwell in day who dwelt In death's surrounding night.

Verse 2

To hail your rise, the better Son! The gath’ring nations come, Joyous, as when the reapers bear The harvest treasures home.

Verse 3

To us a child of hope is born, To us a Son is giv’n; Him shall the tribes of Earth obey And all the hosts of Heav’n.

Verse 4

His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forever more adored, The Wonderful, the Counselor, The great and mighty Lord.

Verse 5

His pow’r increasing still shall spread, His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below.