Forth He came, the risen Lord,
Grandly of His own accord;
Lying lips had dared to say
Thieves had stolen Him away.
Forth He came, and His the name,
Swells our song with glad acclaim.
Always near, blessèd Lord,
Needed cheer to afford,
Let His name be adored,
Risen Jesus, blessèd Lord.
Sound His praises far and wide,
Tell of Jesus who has died,
Trumpet no uncertain sound,
On the world’s great battle ground;
He’ll o’erthrow the fiercest foe,
Ever fallen man can know.
Go to distant heathen lands,
Valleys, jungles, burning sands,
Freely you have gifts received,
Tell in whom you have believed;
Quickly go, let others know,
Blessings from the Gospel flow.
Not alone! A mighty friend
Shall be with you to the end,
Blessing you as you shall bless
Those who writhe in sin’s distress;
Go and teach, a Savior preach,
Speak in love, compel, beseech.