The Truth is spreading! Let it spread
On earth from pole to pole, —
The heavenly word that wakes the dead,
And lights the darkened soul.
We need not now with Pilate ask
What Truth is! Truth divine
Stands full revealed. She wears no mask!
How bright her features shine!
How beauteous on the mountain-top
Her messengers appear;
How sweet their very accents drop
Upon the ravished ear.
The swelling horn, the lyre and lute,
Can charm and cheer no more;
The trumpet's thrilling voice is mute,
The reign of war is o'er.
Glory to God! Still Truth proclaims
Peace and goodwill to all;
The light sent forth through Truth's blest aims.
Is light that ne'er shall pall.
'This Truth exalts the sense of man.
And frees the world from crime;
It makes our peasants nobler than
The kings of olden time.
Let Christian men, in every land,
To spread the Truth unite.
Approved of Heaven, then shall they stand,
Like angels clothed with light.
