From the cross a glorious light Falls upon our path to cheer us; And a hope on pinions bright Hovers, in the darkness, near us. IV For the sake of Him Who bore All the sin, we come lamenting, Let Thy pardon now restore Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting. I Lord of a countless throng, Fair as the stars of night, Won from the thrall of cruel wrong Back to the good and right; Thine is the praise they sing, Lord of their souls, and King. II Thine was the love that sought Far as their wanderings led; Thine was the wondrous grace that brought Life to the faint and dead; Pardon for all the past, Peace that shall endless last. III Lord of a countless throng Sworn to be faithful aye, When, in the power that makes them strong, They stand in evil day; Make us by grace, we pray, Loyal and brave as they. I Let all the world abroad In cheerful praise unite To bless the name of God, Creator, Lord of might. II He made the sea and land, The pastures rolling wide, The mountains towering, grand, The streams that ceaseless glide; III The cattle on the hills, The flocks afield that rove, The birds, whose music fills The silence of the grove; IV The heavens that, day and night, His matchless power declare, The sun and moon, whose light Illumines everywhere. V Let man, creation's lord, His rightful homage give To Him Whose mighty word First called his soul to live. VI And with the heavenly host, Our Sovereign Lord adore, And Son, and Holy Ghost, Both now, and evermore. I Thou Saviour of our sinful race, We sing the fulness of Thy grace; Lord, as our songs in rapture soar, On us Thy loving-kindness pour. II There is no merit of our own, No plea to offer, save alone That Thou hast died upon the tree, To set our sin-bound spirits free. III O, when the world, in awful fear, Beholds the Judge of all appear, Be this our joy on that dread day, That Christ hath borne our sins away. IV When in the land of bliss divine, Our souls in robes of beauty shine, This be our song before the throne, Not ours the beauty, Thine alone. V