Go Forth, Ye Saints, Behold Your Lord

Go forth

ye saints

be­hold your Lord

With ra­di­ant glo­ry crowned;

The won­drous prog­ress of His Word

Shall spread His fame around.

Where’er the sun be­gins its race

Or stops its swift ca­reer

Both east and west shall own His grace

And Christ be hon­ored there.

Ten thou­sand crowns

en­circ­ling show

The vic­to­ries He has won;

Oh may His con­quests ev­er grow

While time its course shall run.

Ride forth

Thou migh­ty Con­quer­or

ride

And mill­ions more sub­due;

Destroy our un­be­lief and pride

And we will crown Thee too.