Go Ye, to Israel

Ho! ye hunt­ers through­out Zi­on

Haste ye to the prey;

Go ye

to the Fa­ther’s chos­en

Go while now ye may.

Iniquity has ru­ined

These child­ren of God

And scat­tered with the hea­then

Blind

they on­ward plod.

Ho! ye fish­ers through­out Zi­on

Go ye now and fish;

Over sea and land so brave­ly

Search—this is His wish.

In caves of the mount­ains

And lands o’er the sea

Messiah in­ter­cedes to

Set His peo­ple free.

Go ye

through­out cr­uel Rus­sia;

And to In­dia’s strand

Throughout Chi­na and through Asia

Palestine so grand.

Through Egypt and As­sy­ria

And Af­ric’s burn­ing sand

O haste ye and bring them

Back to their own land.

Go ye

through­out Ma­ce­don­ia

Heed the out­stretched arm

For the tribes are hast­en­ing on­ward;

Go

there’s naught to harm.

Haste ye to south­ern cli­mates

And north through the States;

O haste

for their turn­ing

Jesus now awaits.

Hebrew child­ren have for­sak­en

Covenants of their God—

And His eye is ev­er o’er them;

Hasten—on­ward trod.

The rem­nant He now call­eth

Of this grand old race

To trust His Word by faith; and

Come to Him thro’ grace.

Yea

the fig tree now is bud­ding—

Summer draw­eth nigh

And the mid­night cry is near­ing;

To God’s peo­ple fly.

Ere long the trum­pet sound­eth

Jacob tried will be;

The tri­bu­la­tion ov­er

Jesus they will see.

Days of grace are swift­ly glid­ing;

Time shall be no more

When the wit­ness is com­plet­ed

To Him you will soar.

Then haste ye to the bat­tle;

His blest Word ful­fill—

To Ju­dah take the mes­sage—

Whosoever will.

Zion long has been down­trod­den

By the Gen­tile race;

Father pro­mised to re­store it

Thro’ the means of grace.

And Ab­ram’s seed will set­tle

All the land now trod;

O bring them as a pre­sent

To the mount of God.