| Song | Biblical Trace Of The Church |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | William G. Schell |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 R |
| Tags | Biblical Trace Of The Church |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | 1 Timothy 3:15; Matthew 16:18; Revelation 11:2,9; 12:6 |
| CCLI Song No |
The Church Of The Morning Bright,
Like Crystal So Clear Her Light,
Triumphant, She Knew No Fears;
In Finest White Linen Dressed,
Pure Holiness She Possessed
Two Hundred And Seventy Years.
Hell Never Can Destroy The Church,
Built By The Savior’s Hands;
Upon The Rock, The Solid Rock,
Christ Jesus, Still She Stands;
In Spite Of Persecution’s Flood,
And Gates Of Hell Forsooth;
She’s Still The Kingdom Of The Lord,
The Pillar Of The Truth.
The Sun Went Down Ere His Time,
The Moon Also Ceased To Shine,
Left Zion In Bitter Tears;
No Star Then Appeared In Sight,
Oh, Long Dreary Papal Night!
Twelve Hundred And Sixty Years.
A Rising The Sun Of Day,
Disperses The Night Away
While Popery Quakes With Fears;
Shone Dimly The Gospel Ray,
There Followed A Cloudy Day
Three Hundred And Fifty Years.
We Welcome The Evening Light;
The Gospel So Clear And Bright
Breaks Forth As In Days Of Yore;
The Mists Are All Cleared Away,
All Hail The Supernal Day!
The Sun Shall Go Down No More.
