1 In the awful age of night,
When the earth was struck with blight,
And the clouds of papal darkness filled the sky;
Persecution’s fire and blood,
Raging in an angry flood,
Failed to crush the church sustained by God on high.
Refrain:
We are in the evening of the dispensation day,
And the gospel light has scattered all the night away;
On the sunny mountain where the melody of song
Floats upon the breezes as we swiftly pass along.
2 But she raised her banner high,
And did all her foes defy,
Over her the gates of hell have not prevailed;
For her forces multiplied,
Notwithstanding those who died,
In the martyr’s flames her glory was revealed.[Refrain]
3 Now the evening time has come,
When the brightness of the sun,
Through the gospel shining in remotest land;
It will reach the distant isles,
Where the golden harvest smiles,
To be gathered while the Savior’s near at hand. [Refrain]
4 We are in the evening light,
Shining as the morning bright,
And the clouds of thick obscurity are passed;
In the conquest we are strong,
Singing as we march along,
And we’re ready for the final trumpet’s blast. [Refrain]
Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)