For My Sake, and the Gospel’s

For My sake

and the Gos­pel’s

go

And tell re­demp­tion’s sto­ry;

His her­alds an­swer

Be it so

And Thine

Lord

all the glo­ry!

They preach His birth

His life

His cross

The love of His atone­ment

For whom they count the world but loss

His East­er

His en­throne­ment.

Hark

hark

the trump of ju­bi­lee

Proclaims to ev­ery na­tion

From pole to pole

by land and sea

Glad tid­ings of sal­va­tion;

As near­er draws the day of doom

While still the bat­tle rages

The heav’n­ly day­spring through the gloom

Breaks on the night of ag­es.

Still on and on the an­thems spread

Of al­le­lu­ia voic­es

In con­cert with the ho­ly dead

The war­ri­or Church re­joic­es;

Their snow white robes are washed in blood

Their gold­en harps are ring­ing;

Earth and the para­dise of God

One tri­umph song are sing­ing.

He comes

whose ad­vent trum­pet drowns

The last of time’s ev­an­gels

Emmanuel crowned with ma­ny crowns

The Lord of saints and an­gels;

O Life

Light

Love

the great I AM

Triune

who chang­est nev­er

The throne of God and of the Lamb

Is Thine

and Thine for­ev­er.