Hark! the swelling breezes, rising

From afar,

Bring the sounds of conflict from

the holy war.

God is with our armies, He the word has giv'n,

He is watching o’er you, messengers

Of heav’n.

Go, thou mighty gospel, conq’ering

On thy way;

Idols bow before thee, heathen

Temples fall;

Soon the world shall own thee victor

Over all.

O thou blessed saviour reigning

Now on high,

May thy faithful soldiers find thee

Ever nigh,

Bid the glorious mission speed from

Sea to sea,

Till the whole creation worship

Only Thee.