The isles shall wait for His law. Isaiah 42:4
Words: William H. Bathurst, Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use (London: Hatchard & Sons, 1831), pages 264–65.
Hark! the distant isles proclaim
Glory to Messiah’s name;
Hymns of praise unheard before,
Echo from the farthest shore.
Hearts that once were taught to own
Idol gods of wood and stone,
Now to light and life restored
Honor Jesus as their Lord.
Blessèd Savior, still proceed;
Bid the glorious conquest speed;
Let this first refreshing ray
Brighten to a perfect day.
At Thy Gospel’s solemn call
Bid the towers of Satan fall;
And his wretched slaves obtain
Freedom from their galling chain.
Let the messengers of peace
Raise their voice and never cease
Till the world from sin made free,
Shall unite to worship Thee.