Now in the East Hope’s trembling light
Proclaims a brighter dawning,
Though woe endureth for a night,
Joy cometh in the morning.
For many weary ages past
Hath sin’s dark night prevailing,
A gloom o’er all the nations cast,
Whence rose the sound of wailing.
The idol-gods have many a shrine
Where, bound in chains of error,
Myriads shut out from light divine
Crouch down in shame and terror.
But in the East Hope’s rosy light
Proclaims a brighter dawning;
Though woe endureth for a night,
Joy cometh in the morning.
Pleasure has thrown her torches’ glare
Upon a world benighted,
And Science in the murky air
Her glimmering tapers lighted;
Some joys, like fireflies, played and glanced
To mock our vain pursuing,
And Folly’s meteors wildly danced
Above the gulf of ruin!
But in the East Hope’s purer light
Proclaims a brighter dawning;
Though woe endureth for a night,
Joy cometh in the morning!
Like Cynthia from her silver car,
The Church could darkness brighten;
Each high example, like a star,
Shone forth to cheer and lighten.
But I shall need nor star nor moon
In that clear day before me,
The Sun of Righteousness shall soon
Burst forth in cloudless glory!
Yes, in the East Hope’s kindling light
Proclaims a brighter dawning;
Though woe endureth for a night,
Joy cometh in the morning!