Dark land by night op­pressed,
Chained by the chains of wrong;
Crying for liv­ing bread
And Gos­pel light so strong,
With none to bear this light to thee,
I pray, O God, send me
To tell the story ev­er new.

God’s pro­mises are true,
He will His own de­fend,
Arise and shine for Him,
Your light ne’er let grow dim.
Salvation’s sound shall yet ring round,
Old Af­ric’s coast by er­ror bound,
And Je­sus shall the vic­tor be.

Let not the cares of earth
Fast bind me to my home;
Break ev­ery fet­ter, break,
I am my dear Lord’s own.
I’ll go wher­e’er His hand may lead,
Doubt not or ev­er be afraid,
But trust His grace; lean on His Word.

Jesus shall come again,
When this whole world has heard
The Gos­pel preach­ed and sung;
O Chris­tian, tell the word,
Haste, haste the day when Christ shall reign
As con­qu’ror and prince di­vine,
Triumphant o’er this world’s do­main.