'The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth labourers into His harvest.' mp when shall earth Thy rule obey? 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, To the earth's remotest bound. f3 Then the end,-Thy Church completed, Satan bound, and banished sin, Fruitful let Thy sorrows be: By Thy pains and consolations mf Let them see Thee in Thy glory And Thy mercy manifold. mp 2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, Pants for Thee each mortal breast; Human tears for Thee are flowing, Human hearts in Thee would rest. Thirsting, as for dews of even, 'The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ; and He shall reign for ever and ever.' mfNORTH, with all thy vales of green, O South, with all thy palms, From peopled towns and fields between 2 Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears He brings a train of brighter years; He comes, a guilty world to bless 3 O Father, haste the promised hour m 4 All rule, authority, and power When He shall reign from pole to pole, When all shall heed the words He said And by the loving life He led Shall seek to pattern theirs, mf And He who conquered death shall win The nobler conquest over sin. |