Go, Favored Christians, and Proclaim

Go

fa­vored Christ­ians

and pro­claim

The kind Re­deem­er you have found;

Publish His ev­er pre­cious name

To all the won­der­ing na­tions round.

Go

tell th’un­let­tered wretch­ed slave

Who groans be­neath a ty­rant’s rod

You bring a free­dom bought with blood

The blood of an in­car­nate God.

And tell the pant­ing sa­ble chief

On Ethi­op­ia’s scorch­ing sand

You come with a re­fresh­ing stream

To cheer and bless his thirs­ty land.

Go tell

on In­dia’s gold­en shores

The Gan­ges

Ti­bet

and Bhou­tan

That to en­rich their death­less mind

You come

the friends of God and man.

Tell all the dis­tant isles afar

That lie in dark­ness and the grave

You come a glo­ri­ous light to show

You come their souls to seek and save.

Say the re­li­gion you pro­fess

Is all be­ne­vo­lence and love

And

crowned with en­er­gy di­vine

Its heav­en­ly ori­gin will prove.