Eternal Father, Thou hast said That Christ all glory shall obtain; That He Who once a suff???rer bled Shall o???er the world a conqu???ror reign. We wait Thy triumph, Savior King, Long ages have prepared Thy way; Now all abroad Thy banner fling, Set time???s great battle in array. Thy hosts are mustered to the field; ???The Cross! the Cross!??? the battle call; The old grim towers of darkness yield, And soon shall totter to their fall. On mountain tops the watch fires glow, Where scattered wide the watchmen stand; Voice echoes voice, and onward flow The joyous shouts from land to land. Oh, fill the Church with faith and power! Bid her long nights of weeping cease; To groaning nations haste the hour Of life and freedom, light and peace. Come, Spirit, make Thy wonders known, Fulfill the Father???s high decree; Then earth, the might of hell o???er thrown, Shall keep her last great jubilee.