CXCIII. The Day of Restitution, desired

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 Let the Indian, let the Negro,
Let the rude barbarian see,
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtain'd on Calvary;
Let the gospel
Loud resound from pole to pole.

3 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 purchas'd, win the day.

4 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.

5 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel,
Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply, and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.

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First Line: O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
Title: The Day of Restitution, desired
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Glorious Appearing of the Savior God
Source: Rippon's Coll.
Copyright: Public Domain
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