Hymn/Song Information

In the awful age of night When the earth

In the awful age of night,
When the earth was struck with blight,
And the clouds of
papal darkness filled the sky;
Persecution’s fire and blood,
Raging in an angry flood,
Failed to crush the church
sustained by God on high.

We are in the evening
of the dispensation day,
And the gospel light
has scattered all the night away;
On the sunny mountain
where the melody of song
Floats upon the breezes
as we swiftly pass along.

But she raised her banner high,
And did all her foes defy,
Over her the gates of hell
have not prevailed;
For her forces multiplied,
Notwithstanding those who died,
In the martyr’s flames
her glory was revealed.

We are in the evening
of the dispensation day,
And the gospel light
has scattered all the night away;
On the sunny mountain
where the melody of song
Floats upon the breezes
as we swiftly pass along.

Now the evening time has come,
When the brightness of the sun,
Through the gospel
shining in remotest land;
It will reach the distant isles,
Where the golden harvest smiles,
To be gathered while
the Savior’s near at hand.

We are in the evening
of the dispensation day,
And the gospel light
has scattered all the night away;
On the sunny mountain
where the melody of song
Floats upon the breezes
as we swiftly pass along.

We are in the evening light,
Shining as the morning bright,
And the clouds of thick
obscurity are passed;
In the conquest we are strong,
Singing as we march along,
And we’re ready for
the final trumpet’s blast.

We are in the evening
of the dispensation day,
And the gospel light
has scattered all the night away;
On the sunny mountain
where the melody of song
Floats upon the breezes
as we swiftly pass along.