The Light shines in the Darkness,
But the Darkness does not see
And so it condemns and ridicules
The Truth that could set it free.
The World rejoices in Darkness.
It delights in sorrow and fear.
It denies the hope of the Living,
But Joy abundant is near.
I lift up my eyes to the hills,
Where Hope descends in a stream.
Joy will come with the dawning,
And turn sorrows into a dream.
Awake! the Day is dawning!
Claim the Joy of the morn!
Fear not the noises of Nighttime.
The Day is about to be born!