Classic Poem

Within the hallow'd courts of God,
A youthful band, we press,
To spread thy mercy all abroad,
And all thy grace express.

O warm our inmost souls to-day,
With pure celestial fire,
And may we thy commands obey,
And still to thee aspire.

We long to teach thy ways to all,
Who now in darkness roam,
O may they hear the Gospel call,
And seek their heavenly home.

Send out thy truth, with saving power,
To bless our fallen race,
And in this bright, accepted hour,
May numbers seek thy face.

Let the sweet Dayspring from on high,
Illume each-heathen shore,
Till all shall cast their idols by,
And Zion's God adore.

Then shall the kingdoms be thine own,
Then Satan soon shall fall,
Jesus, our King, shall reign alone,
And Christ be all in all.