The chariot of mercy is speeding its way

1 The chariot of mercy is speeding its way
Far, far o'er the shadowy gloom,
And the lands that in death's dark obscurity lay
Are bursting the bars of the tomb.
I see where 'tis shedding its luminous ray,
Dispersing the shadows of night,
And the wondering nations are hailing the day,
And rejoice in its glorious light,

2 Hallelujahs are sounding melodious, clear,
Borne sweet from the isles of the sea,
And the lands of the East send the echo afar,
And the long-fetter'd pagan is free:
And the Indian that roams thro' the green-prairied West
Now raises his tear-moisten'd eye,
As he welcomes with joy the glad tidings of rest,
In a home far away in the sky.

Source: The Little Seraph: in seven character notes, for churches and Sunday-schools #160