Spread the Light! Spread the Light! Till earth's remotest bounds have heard The glory of the Living Word; Till those that see not have their sight; Till all the fringes of the night Are lifted, and the long-closed doors Are wide for ever to the Light. Spread--the--Light! _O then shall dawn the golden days, To which true hearts are pressing; When earth's discordant strains shall blend-- The one true God confessing; When Christly thought and Christly deed Shall bind each heart and nation, In one Grand Brotherhood of Men, And one high consecration_. INDIA A land of lights and shadows intervolved, A land of blazing sun and blackest night, A fortress armed, and guarded jealously, With every portal barred against the Light. A land in thrall to ancient mystic faiths, A land of iron creeds and gruesome deeds, A land of superstitions vast and grim, And all the noisome growths that Darkness breeds. Like sunny waves upon an iron-bound coast, The Light beats up against the close-barred doors, And seeks vain entrance, yet beats on and on, In hopeful faith which all defeat ignores. But--time shall come, when, like a swelling tide, The Word shall leap the barriers, and The Light Shall sweep the land; and Faith and Love and Hope Shall win for Christ this stronghold of the night. LIVINGSTONE To lift the sombre fringes of the Night, To open lands long darkened to the Light, To heal grim wounds, to give the blind new sight, Right mightily wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, He thought of all men but himself, Himself he never spared. He greatly loved-- He greatly lived-- And died right mightily. Like Him he served, he walked life's troublous ways, With heart undaunted, and with calm, high face, And gemmed each day with deeds of sweetest grace; Pull lovingly wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, In His Master's might, to spread the Light, Right lovingly wrought he. He greatly loved-- He greatly lived-- And died right mightily. Like him he served, he would not turn aside; Nor home nor friends could his true heart divide; He served his Master, and naught else beside, Right faithfully wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, In His Master's might, to spread the Light, Right faithfully wrought he. He greatly loved-- He greatly lived-- And died right mightily.