I Hear Ten Thousand Voices Singing

I hear ten thou­sand voices sing­ing

Their prais­es to the Lord on high;

Far dis­tant shores and hills are ring­ing

With an­thems of their na­tions’ joy.

Praise ye the Lord! for He has giv­en

To lands in dark­ness hid

His light;

As morn­ing rays light up the heav­en

His Word has chased away our night.

On Chi­na’s shores I hear His prais­es

From lips that once kissed id­ol stones;

Soon as His ban­ner He up­rais­es

The Spir­it moves the breath­less bones—

Speed

speed! Thy Word o’er land and ocean;

The Lord in tri­umph has gone forth;

The na­tions hear with strange emo­tion

From East to West

from South to North.

The song has sound­ed o’er the wa­ters

And In­dia’s plains re-ec­ho joy;

Beneath the moon sit In­dia’s daugh­ters

Soft sing­ing

as the wheel they ply—

Thanks to Thee

Lord! for hope of glo­ry

For peace on earth to us re­vealed;

Our cher­ished id­ols fell be­fore Thee

Thy Spir­it has our par­don sealed.

On Af­ric’s sun­ny shore

glad voic­es

Wake up the morn of Ju­bi­lee;

The ne­gro

once a slave

re­joic­es

Who’s freed by Christ is doub­ly free:

Sing

bro­thers

sing! yet ma­ny a na­tion

Shall hear the voice of God and live;

E’en we are her­alds of sal­va­tion

The Word He gave we’ll free­ly give.

Fair are New Zea­land’s wood­ed mount­ains

Deep glens

blue lakes and diz­zy steeps;

But sweet­er than the mur­mur­ing fount­ains

Rises the song from ho­ly lips:

By blood did Je­sus come to save us

So deep­ly stained with bro­thers’ blood;

Our hearts we’ll give to Him who gave us

Deliverance from the fie­ry flood.

O’er prair­ies wild the song is spread­ing

Where once the war-cry sound­ed loud;

But now the ev­en­ing sun is shed­ding

His rays up­on a pray­ing crowd:

Lord of all worlds

eter­nal Spir­it!

Thy light up­on our dark­ness shed;

For Thy dear love

for Je­sus’ mer­it

From joy­ful hearts be wor­ship paid.

Hark! hark! a loud­er sound is boom­ing

O’er Heav’n and earth

o’er land and sea;

The an­gel’s trump pro­claims His com­ing—

Our day of end­less Jubilee:

Hail to Thee

Lord! Thy peo­ple praise Thee;

In ev­ery land Thy name we sing;

On Heav­en’s eter­nal throne up­raise Thee;

Take Thou Thy pow­er

Thou glo­ri­ous king.