This is a W R Havergal 1793-1870 hymn that we san yesteray in a slightly updated version from New Christian Hymns. Havergal was father to the more famous Frances Ridley. For more on Havergal Senior see here.
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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