O’er Those Gloomy Hills of Darkness

O’er those gloomy hills of dar­kness

Look

my soul; be still

and gaze;

All the pro­mis­es do tra­vail

With a glo­ri­ous day of grace:

Blessèd ju­bi­lee!

Let thy glo­ri­ous morn­ing dawn.

Let the In­di­an

let the Ne­gro

Let the rude bar­bar­ian see

That di­vine and glo­ri­ous con­quest

Once ob­tained on Cal­va­ry;

Let the Gos­pel

let the Gos­pel

Loud re­sound from ole to pole.

Kingdoms wide that sit in dark­ness

Let them have the glo­ri­ous light;

And from east­ern coast to west­ern

May the morn­ing chase the night

And re­demp­tion

Freely pur­chased

win the day.

May the glo­ri­ous day ap­proach­ing

On their gross­est dark­ness dawn

And the ev­er­last­ing Gos­pel

Spread abroad Thy ho­ly name

All the bor­ders

Of the great Im­ma­nu­el’s land.

Fly abroad

thou migh­ty Gos­pel

Win and conquer

nev­er cease;

May thy last­ing wide do­min­ions

Multiply and still in­crease;

Sway thy scep­ter

Savior! all the world around.