Rise! ye peo­ple, who have heard
The Gos­pel’s joy­ful call—
Ye on whom its sac­red truths
Like dews of Hea­ven fall.
Rise and bear to dist­ant homes,
Scatter wide o’er hill and plain,
Joyful news that Je­sus comes
To reign on earth again.

Rise! and in the might of Him
Whose chos­en ones ye be,
Bid the st­ory of His love
Be known from sea to sea.
Rise in ma­jes­ty and strength,
Go in con­scious­ness of pow­er,
And the bar­ren plains at length
Shall bear bright Sha­ron’s flow­er.

On broad prair­ies stretch­ing far,
On hill and mount­ain side,
And where swift­ly run­ning streams
Thro’ fer­tile val­leys glide.
There the wait­ing people dwell,
Hungry, starv­ing souls they be,
Longing for the fruit which fell
From life’s ex­haust­less tree.

Take to them the bread of life,
The liv­ing wa­ters bear;
Feed the hun­gry, cheer the faint,
With them thy boun­ty share.
Then when time shall be no more,
And th’arch­an­gel trump shall sound,
They shall stand on Ca­naan’s shore,
Who life and peace have found.