The Race that Long in Darkness Pined ST. JAMES—Raphael Courteville The Race that Long in Darkness Pined 1 The race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious light; The people dwell in day, who dwelt In death’s surrounding night. 2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, The gathering nations come, Joyous as when the reapers bear The harvest treasures home. 3 To us a child of hope is born, To us a Son is given; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him, all the hosts of heaven. 4 His name