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Universal Triumph

O’er those 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.

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.

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.

William Williams