1 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.
2 We wait Thy triumph, Saviour King;
Long ages have prepared Thy way;
Now all abroad Thy banner fling,
Set time's great battle in array.
3 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.
4 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.
5 O fill Thy 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.
6 Come, Spirit, make Thy wonders known,
Fulfil the Father's high decree;
Then earth, the might of hell o'erthrown,
Shall keep her last great jubilee.
Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #275