The race that long in darkness pined

(one verse introduction)

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 your rise, you better Sun
the gath'ring nations come,
joyous as when the reapers bear
the harvest-treasures home.

To us a Child of hope is born,
to us a Child is giv'n;
Who shall the tribes of earth obey
as do the hosts in heav'n.

The Child shall bring us heaven's peace
forevermore bestowed;
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty God!

God's pow'r increasing still shall spread;
God's reign no end shall know:
Justice shall guard God's throne above
and peace abound below.

Words: Prudentius (c. 348)
Music: Stuttgart (87.87.)
Sequence: Cathouse Pandemonium, Ltd