4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, king, creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
LORD of the harvest! hear
Thy needy servants' cry;
Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
And all our wants supply.
2 On thee we humbly wait;
Our wants are in thy view;
Thy harvest, truly, Lord! is great,
The laborers are few.
3 Convert and send forth more
Into thy church abroad,
And let them speak thy word of power,
As workers with their God.
4 Oh! let them spread thy name,
Their mission fully prove;
Thy universal grace proclaim,
Thine all redeeming love.
WHEN shall thine hour, dear Jesus, come,
That Israel's sons shall be brought home?
When shall they in thy name confide,
Whom once their fathers crucified?
2 When shall that hour of grace appear,
That rends their vail as Christ draws near?
When shall they feel what Thomas felt,
When 'fore his wounded side he knelt.
3 Then, Father, all thy family Shall in thy house assembled be,
And bless the Lamb who once was slain ;
Come soon, Lord Jesus, come: Amen.
HASTEN, Lord! the glorious time
When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every clime,
Shall the gospel's call obey.
2 Mightiest kings his power shall own,
Heathen tribes his name adore;
Satan and his host, o'erthrown,
Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.
3 Then shall wars and tumults cease,
Then be banished grief and pain;
Righteousness and joy and peace
Undisturbed shall ever reign.
4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord;
Ever praise his glorious name;
All his mighty acts record;
All his wondrous love proclaim.
WHEN shall the voice of singing
Flow joyfully along,
When hill and valley, ringing
With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,
And him, who once was slain,
Again to earth descended,
In righteousness to reign?
2 Then from the craggy mountains
The sacred shout shall fly;
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply:
High tower and lowly dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,
All, hallelujah swelling
In one eternal sound.
HARK, the distant isles proclaim
Glory to Messiah's name;
Hymns of praise unheard before
Echo from the farthest shore.
2 Hearts that once were taught to own
Idol gods of wood and stone,
Now to light and life restored,
Honor Jesus as their Lord.
3 Blessed Saviour, still proceed,
Bid the glorious conquest speed;
Let this first refreshing ray
Brighten to a perfect day.
SPEED thy servants, Saviour, speed them, Thou art Lord of winds and waves; They are bound, but thou hast freed them; Now they go to free the slaves;
Be thou with them,
"T is thine arm alone that saves.
2 When they reach the land of strangers,
And the prospect dark appears,
Nothing seen but toil and dangers,
Nothing felt but doubts and fears;
Be thou with them:
Hear their sighs, and count their tears.
3 When they think of home, now dearer Than it ever seemed before,
Bring the promised glory nearer;
Let them see that peaceful shore,
Where thy people
Rest from toil, and weep no more:
4 There to reap, in joy forever,
Fruit that grows from seed here sown,
There to be with him who never
Ceases to preserve his own,
And with gladness
Give the praise to him alone.
SOULS in heathen darkness lying,
Where no light has broken through,
Souls that Jesus bought by dying,
Whom his soul in travail knew:
Thousand voices
Call us, o'er the waters blue.
2 Christians, hearken! none has taught them
Of his love so deep and dear;
Of the precious price that bought them;
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear;
Ye who know him,
Guide them from their darkness drear.
3 Haste, O haste! and spread the tidings
Wide to earth's remotest strand;
Let no brother's bitter chidings
Rise against us when we stand
In the judgment,
From some far, forgotten land.
4 Lo! the hills for harvest whiten,
All along each distant shore;
Seaward far the islands brighten;
Light of nations, lead us o'er ;
When we seek them,
Let thy Spirit go before.
OH, what praise in highest strain,
By the ransomed host in heaven
Will be given
To him who brought us to God
By his blood,
When of every tongue and nation
There will be with exultation
But one flock and shepherd known.
2 Amen, Jesus' words are true;
Surely he his gracious promise
Will accomplish :
Ye his servants, ready stand
In each land,
Yea, in the most distant places,
Till he comes, to sound his praises,
And make known his saving name.
AMBASSADORS of Christ,
Know ye the way you go?
It is a path not strewed with flowers,
But yielding thorns and woe:
All who Christ crucified
Their only Saviour own,
Meet often with such treatment base,
As to their Lord was shown.
2 But see, the fields are white;
Go therefore, laborers, go,
The Lord leads on to victory,
His power and grace you know:
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