Beyond the distant neon mist
that hides the stars away,
the great Creator does exist
in glorious array.

I see His presence everywhere,
I feel His living power.
He moves upon the midnight air
and marks each passing hour.

He well recalls the day He knelt
to make from earth a man —
the love and passion that He felt
to carry out His plan.

He well recalls the time Christ came
to bear our human lot —
the cross’s anguish, and its shame,
That wiped away our blot.

And, oh, the joy when He awoke
the Victor, King of all!
A million angels’ voices burst
the heavens with the call.

O brethren, sing and shout His praise —
this day marks your new birth.
You can be fellow conqueror
with Him who rules the earth.

The heavens wait, O pioneers,
so rise, and walk in power!
Your God has conquered death and hell,
and Satan rules no more.