8.8.8.8 James Montgomery The success of the Gospel in our days. "Let there be light:" thus spake the Word; The Word was God; "and there was light:" Still the creative voice is heard; A day is born from every night. And every night shall turn to day, While months, and years, and ages roll; But we have seen a brighter ray Dawn on the chaos of the soul. Nor we alone; its wakening smiles Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep; The Word hath reach'd the utmost isles, God's Spirit moves upon the deep. Already from the dust of death, Man in his Maker's image stands; Once more inhales immortal breath, And stretches forth to heaven his hands. From day to day, before our eyes, Glows and extends the work begun; When shall the now creation rise On every land beneath the sun? When, in the Sabbath of His love, Shall God amidst his labours rest; And, bending from His throne above, Again pronounce His creatures bless'd? |