American Board Centennial Hymn by Frances J. Dyer

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 1, 1912

American Board Centennial Hymn

By Frances J. Dyer

O thou to whom a thousand years Are but a day, how short appears The measure of a century's span, In carrying out thy sovereign plan!

A plan eternal in its scope, Immortal in its radiant hope, Dimly to Abraham revealed, Alone in old Chaldea’s field.

The glorious theme the prophets taught, Their souls aflame with God’s great thought, Through long, slow centuries rolling by With leisure of eternity.

At last, the Christ! Men's hearts are thrilled! Lo, now the plan will be fulfilled! Yet still the years their cycles run, And still thy work seems scarce begun.

Then swiftly in one century’s hour Jehovah bares his arm with power, Flings wide the gates in ancient lands, From fettered millions breaks the bands;

Bids learning, statecraft, science, gold, Arise and speed his purpose old; Inspires new heralds, wings their feet, Arms them with faith all foes to meet.

Almighty Father, Saviour, Friend! In awe before thy sway we bend; Empower our souls to read aright These tokens of thy love and might;

To see converging everywhere The answer to our daily prayer: Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, In every land by every one. — Frances J. Dyer.