O'er those gloomy hills of darkness (Benjamin Milgrove)
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2007-08-26). Score information: A4, 3 pages Copyright: CC BY SA
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Original text and translations
O’er those gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul; be still, and gaze;
All the promises do travel
On a glorious day of grace:
Blessed jub’lee 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 loud resound from pole 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
From eternal 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;
May thy scepter sway th’enlightened world around.