Eternal Father, Thou Hast Said
That Christ All Glory Shall Obtain;
That He Who Once A Sufferer Bled
Shall Over The World A Conqueror Reign.

We Wait Thy Triumph, Savior King,
Long Ages Have Prepared Thy Way;
Now All Abroad Thy Banner Fling,
Set Time’s Great Battle In Array.

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.

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.

Oh, Fill The Church With Faith And Power!
Bid Her Long Nights Of Weeping Cease;
To Groaning Nations Haste The Hour
Of Life And Freedom, Light And Peace.

Come, Spirit, Make Thy Wonders Known,
Fulfill The Father’s High Decree;
Then Earth, The Might Of Hell Overthrown,
Shall Keep Her Last Great Jubilee.