1 What these sounds from ev'ry quarter,
Gath'ring strength as on they roll?
'Tis the tread of many nations
Hasting to a common goal.
What the pow'r that spurs them onward
As resistless as the sea?
His who said, "If I be lifted,
I will draw all men to Me."
2 Now at last the Saviour seeth
Of the travail of His soul,
And the Cross its might extendeth
East to West, from pole to pole,
Afric first to hear the message,
Turns from darkness to the light,
Fetish fear and spirit worship,
Flee like spectres of the night.
3 India, the land of spirit,
Mystic seeker after truth,
Heareth now a Voice proclaiming
"I am Way, and Life, The Truth."
Late the ancient Mongol Empires,
And the Islands of the sea,
Future self-endeavour leaning,
Learn to lean, O Christ, on Thee.
4 Let the mighty host go onward,
Over plain and desert sand,
Till they reach the land, the Holy,
Like the Magi, gifts in hand.
Till they come to David's City,
To the foot of Calvary;
Then all kneeling, all adore Him,
Jesus "reigning from the Tree."