Onward speed thy con­quer­ing 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 con­quer­ing flight;
Angel, on­ward haste;
Quickly on each mount­ain’s height
Be thy stan­dard placed;
Let thy bliss­ful tid­ings float
Far o’er vale and hill,
Till the sweet­ly ec­ho­ing note
Every bo­som thrill.

Onward speed thy con­quer­ing 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 con­quer­ing flight;
Angel, on­ward speed;
Morning bursts up­on our sight—
’Tis the time de­creed:
Jesus now His king­dom takes,
Thrones and em­pires fall,
And the joy­ous song awakes,
God is all in all.