Apostles of the risen Christ, go forth!
Let love compel.
Go, and in risen power proclaim His worth,
O’er every region of the dead, cold earth―
His glory tell!
Tell how He lived, and toiled, and wept below;
Tell all His love;
Tell the dread wonders of His awful woe;
Tell how He fought our fight, and smote our foe,
Then rose above!
Tell how in weakness He was crucified,
But rose in power;
Went up on high, accepted, glorified;
News of His victory spread far and wide,
From hour to hour.
Tell how He sits at the right hand of God
In glory bright,
Making the heav’n of heav’ns His glad abode;
Tell how He cometh with the iron rod
His foes to smite.
Tell how His kingdom shall thro’ ages stand,
And never cease;
Spreading like sunshine over every land,
All nations bowing to His high command,
Great Prince of peace!