1 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.

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

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

4 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.

5 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.