Hark! the swelling breezes, rising from afar,

1.

Hark! the swelling breezes, rising from afar,

Brings 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

2.

Go, thou mighty Gospel, conqu’ring on thy way

Night upon the mountains changes into day;

Idols bow before thee, heathen temples fall

Soon the world shall own thee victor over all

3.

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