
In doubt and dread dismay,
'Midst superstition's gloom,
The heathen grope their way,
And joyless reach the tomb:
The heathen grope their way,
And joyless reach the tomb:
No holy light,
No balmy ray
Of gospel-day
Has bless'd their sight.
No balmy ray
Of gospel-day
Has bless'd their sight.
2 Then, Star of Life, arise!
And on thy healing wing,
With blood of sacrifice,
Thy great salvation bring:
Let heathen lands
Thy brightness see:
O set them free
From cruel bands.
And on thy healing wing,
With blood of sacrifice,
Thy great salvation bring:
Let heathen lands
Thy brightness see:
O set them free
From cruel bands.
3 With searching beam explore
The dark strong-holds of sin ;
And on the pris'ners pour
Transforming light within.
Bright Morning Star!
Unveil thy face,
And shed thy grace,
In realms afar.
4 O Jesu, Light of Life !
Arouse the world from sleep ;
Send love in place of strife,
And joy to those who weep.
Great King of kings !
Thy Spirit give;
Let Gentiles live
Beneath thy wings.
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