Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Onward speed thy conqu'ring flight
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7s and 5s
Tune: Beardslee
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 184, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsOnward speed thy conqu'ring flight;
Angel, onward speed;
Cast abroad thy radiant light,
Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy,
Spread the gospel's holy trust,
Spread the gospel's joy.
Onward speed thy conqu'ring flight;
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain height
Be thy standard placed;
Let the blissful tidings float
Far o'er vale and hill,
Till the sweetly echoing note
Ev'ry bosom thrill.
Onward speed thy conqu'ring flight;
Angel, onward fly;
Long has been the reign of night;
Bring the morning nigh;
Tis to thee the heathen lift
Their imploring wail,
Bear them heaven's holy gift,
Ere their courage fail.
Onward speed thy conqu'ring flight;
Angel, onward speed;
Morning bursts upon the sight,
Tis the time decreed;
Jesus now his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall,
And the joyous song awakes,
"God is all in all."