There's a spirit abroad: yea, with power increasing,
And fighting the armies of sin;
Never retreating, but steady, unceasing,
Every battle and fort it will win.
There's a spirit abroad, and sweetly is singing
The old song angels at Bethlehem sung:
"Peace upon earth, and good will to men,"
For newly the reign of Christ has begun.
The tongues e'en of babes are freighted with
music,
Children are teaching glad tidings to men—
Awake, oh ye nations! the dawn is now
breaking,
The heavens are ringing, Amen, and Amen!
Yea, the spirit of love is fulfilling the promise—
Gathering the harvests on Calvary sown,
And yielding the sweets from Gethsemane's
garden,
To strengthen the hearts of the sad and for
lorn.
There's a spirit abroad, oh hearts that are
troubled;
Ye souls that are fearful, be fearful no more;
Look up from the earth, the sky's full of
angels—
Ministering ones from the heavenly shore.
Ye lowly in heart, and humble of spirit,
Ye trampled in dust, the earth shall be thine;
The mighty shall bow to the sway of the gentle—
By the power of God,—in the fulness of
time.
