1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul; be still and gaze; All the promises do travail, With a glorious day of grace; Blessed jubilee! Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 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. 3 Fly abroad, eternal gospel, Win and conquer, never cease; May thy lasting, wide dominions Multiply and still increase; May thy sceptre, Sway the enlightened world around.