1 O God! the darkness roll away
Which clouds the human soul,
And let the bright, the perfect day,
Speed onward to its goal.
2 Let every hateful passion die,
Which makes of brethren foes;
And war no longer raise its cry,
To mar the world's repose.
3 Let faith, and hope, and charity,
Go forth through all the earth;
And man, in heavenly bearing, be
True to his heavenly birth.
4 Yea, let Thy glorious kingdom come
Of holiness and love,
And make this world a portal meet
For Thy bright courts above.