Sound, sound the truth abroad;
Bear ye the Word of God
Through the wide world;
Tell what our Lord hath done,
Tell how the day is won,
Tell from his lof­ty throne
Satan is hurled.

Far ov­er sea and land
Go at your Lord’s comm­and;
Bear ye His name;
Bear it to ev­ery shore,
Regions unk­nown explore,
Enter at ev­ery door:
Silence is shame.

Speed on the wings of love;
Jesus, who reigns ab­ove,
Bids us to fly;
They who His mess­age bear
Should nei­ther doubt nor fear,
He will their friend ap­pear,
He will be nigh.

When on the migh­ty deep,
He will their spir­its keep,
Stayed on His Word;
When in a for­eign land,
No oth­er friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand—
Jesus, their Lord.

Ye who, for­sak­ing all,
At your loved mas­ter’s call,
Comforts re­sign;
Soon will your work be done,
Soon will the prize be won,
Brighter than yon­der sun,
Then shall ye shine.