Onward speed thy conquering flight
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Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward speed;Shed abroad thy radiant light,Bid the shades recede;Tread the idols in the dust,Heathen fanes destroy,Spread the gospel's holy trust,Spread the gospel's joy.
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Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward haste;Quickly on each mountain's hightBe thy standard placed;Let thy blissful tidings floatFar o'er vales and hills,Till the sweetly-echoing noteEvery bosom thrills.
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Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward fly;Long has been the reign of night;Bring the morning nigh;'T is to thee the heathen liftTheir imploring wail;Bear them Heaven's holy gift,Ere their courage fail.