Light of the Gentile Race

Light of the Gen­tile race

Appear in ev­ery heart;

And may the na­tions taste Thy grace

And with their id­ols part.

Thou send’st Thy her­alds forth

To preach in ev­ery land;

To east and west

to south and north

They run at Thy com­mand.

Let Jews and Gen­tiles come

And fall be­fore Thy throne;

O bring the wan­der­ing exiles home

To Thee the great Three-One.

Now let Thy Gos­pel run

And sin and Sa­tan fall

That all who dwell be­neath the sun

May crown Thee Lord of all.