See The Gold Upon The Hills,
See The Opal In The Sky;
Trembling Dawn Each Valley Fills,
Christ’s Own Morning Draweth Nigh.
His The Kingdom, His The Crown,
His The Ages Yet To Be;
All The Lands Of Fair Renown,
And The Islands Of The Sea.
All The Hungers Of The Race,
All The Wounds From Which Men Cry:
All Are Met In Jesus’ Grace;
He Doth Heal And Satisfy.
None Are Strangers To His Care,
Royal Gifts For All Are Free;
All Mankind His Brethren Are,
And The World His Galilee.
Victor He, When Conquerors Fail,
King O’er All, When Monarchs Die;
He Shall Through The Earth Prevail,
Win The Last Long Victory.
His The Gold Upon The Hills,
His The Light Across The Sea;
His The Purpose That Fulfills,
His The Day That Is To Be.