Eternal Father, Thou Hast Said
That Christ All Glory Shall Obtain;
That He Who Once A Sufferer Bled
Shall O’er The World A Conqueror Reign.

We Wait Thy Triumph, Saviour-King ;
Long Ages Have Prepared Thy Way ;
Now All Abroad Thy Banners Fling,
Set Time’s Great Battle In Array.

Thy Hosts Are Mustered To The Field ;
The Cross ! The Cross ! The Battle-Call
The Old Grim Towers Of Darkness Yield,
And Soon Shall Totter To Their Fall.

On Mountain-Tops The Watch-Fires Glow,
Where Scattered Wide The Watchmen Stand ;
Voice Echoes Voice, And Onward Flow
The Joyous Shouts From Land To Land.

Oh, Fill The Church With Faith And Power !
Bid Her Long Night Of Weeping Cease ;
To Groaning Nations Haste The Hour
Of Life And Freedom, Light And Peace.