Though The Night Oerhang Our Dwelling

Though the night o’erhang our dwelling,
And the tempests round us rave;
And the wintry blasts are swelling,
Till we fear there’s none to save.

Still the gospel streamlets flowing
To the hearts of all mankind,
And the heavenly breezes blowing,
Cheer the waiting, trusting mind.

In the cause of God engaged,
Wrongs of Satan to redress,
When the battle hottest raged,
We have always won success.

With the Christian’s banner o’er us,
As to duty we attend;
In the wide world spread before us
Christ shall ever be our friend.

In the morning of His coming,
When the warfare all is past,
We’ll be counted in the morning
Of His jewels at the last.