Verse 1

LOOK from Thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might, In pity look on those who stray, Benighted in this land of light.

Verse 2

In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart by stream or sea, How many of the sons of man Hear not the message sent from Thee.

Verse 3

Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scatterd homeless flock, till all Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold.

Verse 4

Send them Thy mighty Word to speak, Till faith shall dawn and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart.

Verse 5

Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, On which with sorrowing eyes we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

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