"What a scene of imaginable grandeur that will be when at all nations are gathered to His feet!"
-Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
I hear ten thousand voices singing
Their praises to the Lord on high;
Far distant shores and hills are ringing
with anthems of their nations joy:
Praise ye the Lord! for He hath given
To lands in darkness hid, His light,
As morning rays light up the heaven,
His word has chased away our night.
Hark! Hark! a louder sound is booming
O'er heaven and earth, o'er land and sea;
The angel's trump proclaims His coming-
Our day of endless Jubilee!
Hail to Thee, Lord! Thy people praise Thee;
In every land Thy name we sing;
On heaven's eternal throne upraise Thee,
Take Thou Thy power, Thou glorious King!
-Hymns of Consecration
Because of Him,