Eternal Father, Thou hast said That Christ all glory shall obtain; That He who once a sufferer bled Shall o'er the world a conqueror reign.
2. We wait Thy triumph, Saviour-King ; Long ages have prepared Thy way ; Now all abroad Thy banners fling, Set time's great battle in array.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. Oh, fill the Church with faith and power ! Bid her long night of weeping cease ; To groaning nations haste the hour Of life and freedom, light and peace.