An Endless Line of Splendor

An end­less line of splen­dor

These troops with Heav’n for home

With creeds they go from Scot­land

With in­cense go from Rome.

These

in the name of Je­sus

Against the dark gods stand

They gird the earth with va­lor

They heed their king’s com­mand.

Onward the line ad­vanc­es

Shaking the hills with pow­er

Slaying the hid­den de­mons

The li­ons that de­vour.

No blood­shed in the wrest­ling—

But souls new born arise—

The na­tions grow­ing kind­er

The child-hearts grow­ing wise.

What is the fi­nal end­ing?

The is­sue

can we know?

Will Christ out­live Mo­ham­med?

Will Ka­li’s al­tar go?

This is our faith tre­men­dous—

Our wild hope

who shall scorn—

That in the name of Je­sus

The world shall be re­born!