Yes! we trust the day is break­ing,
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the migh­ty God, is speak­ing
By His Word in ev­ery land:
Mark His pro­gress—
Darkness flies at His com­mand.

While the foe be­comes more dar­ing,
While he en­ters like a flood,
God the Sav­ior is pre­par­ing
Means to spread His truth abroad:
Every lang­uage
Soon shall tell the love of God.

O, ’tis plea­sant, ’tis re­viv­ing
To our hearts, to hear each day,
Joyful news, from far ar­riv­ing,
How the Gos­pel wins its way,
Those en­light­en­ing
Who in death and dark­ness lay.

God of Ja­cob, high and glo­ri­ous,
Let Thy peo­ple see Thy hand;
Let the Gos­pel be vic­to­ri­ous
Through the world, in ev­ery land;
Let the id­ols,
Perish, Lord, at Thy com­mand.