H. B.
HARK! the swelling breezes, rising from afar,
Bring the sounds of conflict from the holy war.
God is with our armies, He the word has given,
He is watching o’er you, messengers of heaven.
2
Go, thou mighty Gospel, conquering on thy way;
Night upon the mountains changes into day;
Idols bow before thee, heathen temples fall;
Soon the world shall own thee victor over all.
3
O Thou blessed Saviour reigning now on high,
May Thy faithful soldiers find Thee ever nigh.
Bid the glorious mission speed from sea to sea,
Till the whole creation worship only Thee.