3 O spirit of the Lord! prepare All the round earth her God to meet; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat.
4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; Thy name, O Father, glorify, Till every people call Thee Lord.
1 O where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? But Holy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same. Mark ye her holy battlements, And her foundations strong; And hear within, her solemn voice, And her unending song.
2 For not like kingdoms of the world The Holy Church of God! Though earthquake shocks are rocking her, And tempests are abroad; Unshaken as eternal hills, Unmovable she stands,-- A mountain that shall fill the earth, A fane unbuilt by hands.
1 Thy servants in the temple watched The dawning of the day, Impatient with its earliest beams Their holy vows to pay; And chosen saints far off beheld That great and glorious morn, When the glad day-spring from on high Auspiciously should dawn.
2 On us the Sun of Righteousness Its brightest beams hath poured; With grateful hearts and holy zeal, Lord, be Thy love adored; And let us look with joyful hope To that more glorious day, Before whose brightness sin and death, And grief, shall flee away.
1 Now let our voices join, To form one pleasant song: Ye pilgrims in God's holy way, With music pass along!
2 How straight the path appears, How open and how fair! No lurking snares to entrap our feet, No fierce destroyer there!
3 But flowers of paradise In rich profusion spring; The sun of hope shines on our path, And dear companions sing.
4 All glory to His name, Who drew the shining trace; To Him who leads the wanderers on, And cheers them with His grace.
5 Subdue the nations, Lord! Teach all their kings Thy ways; That earth's full choir the notes may swell, And heaven resound the praise.
1 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward speed! Cast abroad thy radiant light, Bid the shades recede; Tread the idols in the dust, Heathen fanes destroy, Spread the gospel's love and trust, Spread the gospel's joy.
2 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward fly! Long has been the reign of night, Bring the morning nigh. Unto thee earth's sufferers lift Their imploring wail; Bear them heaven's holy gift Ere their courage fail.