Dark-ness hangs, the world is ach-ing, Yearn-ing for the the com-ing light. In his ris-ing, hope a-wak-ing. Love has come to steal the night. In our hearts true east we're fac-ing, Toward the com-ing of our Lord. Morn-ing ris-ing, gloom now flee-ing; As we wait with hope for res-cue Love descends and all is well. Heav-en's gift, Em-ma-nu-el." He is here, but hid as low-ly In the poor and mys-te-ry. Where the bread and wine are of-fered He is here: our God and King. Part-ing clouds re-veal his won-der: Might-y King in vic-to-ry. Trem-bling earth and roll-ing thun-der, Blaz-ing sun, and quak-ing sea. Now he comes, our King, in glo-ry; Saints re-joice and dark-ness flees. Ri-sing rays of light his char-iot, Christ the Lord has made us free. On us now the Son is shin-ing. Lift-ing us to his em-brace. Shame is cursed, no more con-found-ing, Lift your head and know his face. Love in-car-nate, breath in-dwell-ing, Now in truth is truth made known. We are his and he for-ev-er Is our God and he a-lone. We are his and he for-ev-er Is our God and he a-lone.