Classic Poem

MISSIONARY HYMN .

Light o'er the hills! Light o'er the hills
The promised morning wakes;
The day foretold by seers of old
In wondrous glory breaks

They come! The Saviour's voice they hear,
And, glad, His call obey,
Chosen in Christ, His name to wear,
A nation in a day.

Ride on! ride on, victorious Prince!
Ride on, triumphant King!
From land and sea, from earth and heaven,
Thy myriad trophies bring.

So, gather all the tribes of earth,
To hear and heed Thy call,
Till man, submissive, at Thy feet,
Shall crown Thee, Lord of all!