Through Midnight Ages Dark


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.