O’er the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul, be still and gaze; All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace: Blessed Jubilee, Let thy glorious morning dawn! Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light; And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night; And redemption, Freely purchased win the day! Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel Win and conquer, never cease; May thy lasting wide dominions, Multiply, and still increase! Sway thy sceptre, Saviour! all the world around. _Verse alluded to on page 192; paraphrased by Mr. Newton, from the Latin._ In desert woods with thee, my God, Where human footsteps never trod, How happy could I be! Thou my repose from care, my light Amidst the darkness of the night, In solitude my company. THE END. FOOTNOTES: [17] An idol. [18] A rupee is worth about fifty cents.