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.
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