Classic Poem

We long to see that happy time,
That long—expected blissful day,
When men of ev'ry name and clime
The glorious gospel shall obey.

The word of God shall firm abide,
Though earth and hell should dare oppose;
The stone cut from the mountain's side,
To universal empire grows.

Afric's emancipated sons
Shall shout to Asia's rapt'rous song,
Europe, with her unnumber'd tongues,
And western climes the strain prolong.

From east to west, from north to south,
Immanuel's kingdom shall extend,
And ev'ry man, in ev'ry face,
Shall meet A BROTHER AND A FRIEND .