XVIII Light is dawning 'mong the hills,--

Light is dawning 'mong the hills, --

Light of lights Thy beams display,

All the darkness chase away,

Light that dawned upon our ills.

Dark the day the Cross was raised

By the hands of cruel men;

Great Thy load of sorrow then;

Angel hosts were sore amazed.

Dark the world while in the tomb,

Lone in death, the Saviour lay,

Till the stone was rolled away,

And His Rising quelled the gloom.

Fadeless now, O Light of light,

Glory of the Father Thou,

Shine upon Thy people now,

Rise upon their darkest night.