Savior, let Thy Gospel light
Pierce the shades of heathen night;
O’er a world long lost in sin
Let Thy glorious reign begin.
Send the message of Thy grace
Far amongst our guilty race;
To all nations speak Thy Word,
Bid them own their rightful Lord.
At the silver trumpet’s sound
Hurl their idols to the ground;
Turn them from their evil ways,
Tune their hearts to sing Thy praise.
Ripening fields appear in view,
But the laborers are few;
Lord, increase the little band,
Send them forth to every land:
Give them courage and success,
All their faithful labors bless;
And commission them to bring
Pardoned rebels to their king.