Heav’nly truth in love dispensèd;
Few, alas, with joy embrace:
Closed their eyes and ears to mercy,
Sinners slight the God of grace:
Self-deluded,
Downwards rush with rapid pace.

Though Jehovah often speaketh,
Hardened, they refuse to hear,
Carnal pleasures still pursuing,
They are caught in Satan’s snare:
Disappointed,
Yet the world is still their care.

Lord, these careless souls to waken,
Send Thy Holy Spirit down;
Now the labors of Thy servants,
With Thy special blessing crown:
To the wanderers,
Be Thy grace and mercy shown.

Let fair Zion’s sons be gathered,
Own Thee as their sovereign head;
In remotest lands and nations,
May Thy glorious Gospel spread:
Power celestial,
Raise to life the numerous dead.