1 The race that long in darkness pined
have seen a glorious light;
the people dwell in day, who dwelt
in death’s surrounding night.
2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,
the gath’ring nations come,
joyous as when the reapers bear
the harvest treasures home.
3 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.
4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
for evermore adored:
the Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty Lord.
5 His pow’r increasing still shall spread,
his reign no end shall know;
justice shall guard his throne above,
and peace abound below.
|First Line:||The race that long in darkness pined|
|Title:||The Race That Long in Darkness Pined|
|Author:||John Morison, 1750-1798 (1781)|
|Composer (attr.):||J.C. Lowry (1818)|
|Source:||American folk hymn; Songs of Praise (1925) (adapted and harmonized in)|