In glistering robes He rides upon the night,
Above the winds that strive upon the sea.
His chariot wheels like burning fires move bright
Above a world in turmoil to be free;
Above a world in turmoil in the dark,
Where fear and famine struggle with the beast
And strive throughout the troubled night, nor mark
The glimmer of His chariot in the east.
For light breaks slowly on fear-darkened thought,
And error rages loudest when it feels
Its time is short; its efforts are for naught.
Eternal Truth its nothingness reveals.
O earth, rejoice! Look upward to the sky.
A glorious day of righteousness draws nigh.
