Verse 1

LORD, her watch Thy Church is keeping; When shall earth Thy rule obey? When shall end the night of weeping? When shall break the promised day? See the whitening harvest languish, Waiting still the labourers’ toil; Was it vain, Thy Son’s deep anguish? Shall the strong retain the spoil?

Verse 2

Tidings, sent to every creature, Millions yet have never heard; Can they hear without a preacher? Lord Almighty, give the word: Give the word; in every nation Let the gospel trumpet sound, Witnessing a world’s salvation To the earth’s remotest bound.

Verse 3

Then the end: Thy Church completed, All Thy chosen gathered in, With their King in glory seated, Satan bound, and banished sin; Gone for ever parting, weeping, Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain: Lo, her watch Thy Church is keeping; Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign! Amen.

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