2 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward fly! Long has been the reign of night, Bring the morning nigh. Unto thee earth's sufferers lift Their imploring wail; Bear them heaven's holy gift Ere their courage fail. 3 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward speed! Morning bursts upon our sight, Lo, the time decreed! Now the Lord His kingdom takes, Thrones and empires fall, And the joyous song awakes, God is all in all. 592. S. M. * The Reformer's Vow. 1 God of the earnest heart, The trust assured and still, Thou who our strength forever art,-- We come to do Thy will! 2 Upon that painful road By saints serenely trod, Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, Would we go forth, O God! 3 'Gainst doubt and shame and fear In human hearts to strive, That all may learn to love and bear, To conquer self, and live; 4 To draw Thy blessing down, And bring the wronged redress, And give this glorious world its crown, The spirit's Godlikeness. 5 No dreams from toil to charm, No trembling on the tongue;-- Lord, in Thy rest may we be calm, Through Thy completeness, strong! 6 Thou hearest while we pray; O deep within us write, With kindling power, our God, to-day, Thy word,--"On earth be light!" 593. L. M. Anonymous. Be Strong, Fear Not. 1 Prisoners of hope! be strong, be bold; Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear! The day which prophets have foretold, And saints have longed for, draweth near: Our God shall in His kingdom come; Prepare your hearts to make Him room! 2 O ye of fearful hearts, be strong! Your downcast eyes and hands lift up; Doubt not, nor cry "O God, how long?" Hope to the end, in patience hope! O never from your faith remove; Ye cannot fail, for God is love! 3 Lord, we have faith; we wait the hour Which to the earth Thy kingdom brings; When Thou, in love, and joy, and power, Shalt come and make us priests and kings: When man shall be indeed Thy son, And Thy pure will on earth be done. 594. C. M. Anonymous. He Maketh All Things New. 1 Almighty Spirit, now behold A world by sin destroyed! Creative spirit, as of old Move on the formless void! 2 Give Thou the word--the healing sound Shall quell the deadly strife, And earth again, like Eden crowned, Bring forth the tree of life. 3 If sang the morning stars for joy When nature rose to view, What strains shall angel harps employ, When Thou shalt all renew!