1 O’er those gloomy hills of darkness,
Cheered by no celestial ray,
Sun of Righteousness, arising,
Bring the bright, the glorious day.
Let the morning
Of thy blessed Gospel dawn.
2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them ,Lord, the glorious light;
And from eastern coast to western
May the morning chase the night
Freely purchased, win the day!
3 Fly abroad, eternal Gospel;
Win and conquer, never cease.
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply and still increase;
May Thy scepter
Sway th'enlightened world around!
|First Line:||O'er the gloomy hills of darkness|
|Title:||O'er the Gloomy Hills of Darkness|
|Author:||William Williams (1772, cento, alt.)|
|Topic:||The Church: Missions|