With Thine own pity, Savior, see
The thronged and darkening way!
We go to win the lost to Thee;
O help us, Lord, we pray!
Thou bidst us go with Thee to stand
Against hell’s marshaled pow’rs;
And heart to heart, and hand to hand,
To make Thine honor ours.
Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak,
Of Thy great love to tell,
Till they who wander far shall seek
And find and serve Thee well.
O’er all the world Thy Spirit send,
And make Thy goodness known,
Till earth and Heav’n together blend
Their praises at Thy throne.