Now, Lord, Thy chosen heralds bless,
Who run at Thy command;
And may Thy precious word of grace,
Be heard in every land.
The blessing which Thy Son hath bought,
To sinners we proclaim;
Let signs and wonders still be wrought
In Jesus’ conquering name.
Now let Thy Holy Spirit strive,
And bring the wanderers home;
Now, mighty God, Thy work revive,
And let Thy kingdom come.
Maintain, maintain, Thy sovereign sway,
And bid all sin depart;
The beauties of Thy face display,
And shine in every heart.
And when to that bright world we come,
Where all is peace and joy,
We’ll shout the heav’nly harvest home,
And praise Thee in the sky.