Look from Thy Sphere of Endless Day

Look from Thy sphere of end­less day

O God of mer­cy and of might

In pi­ty look on those who stray

Benighted in this land of light.

In peo­pled vale

in lone­ly glen

In crowd­ed mart by stream or sea

How ma­ny of the sons of man

Hear not the mes­sage sent from Thee!

Send forth Thy her­alds

Lord

to call

The thought­less young

the hard­ened old

A wan­der­ing flock

and bring them all

To the good Shep­herd’s peace­ful fold.

Send them Thy migh­ty Word to speak

Till faith shall dawn and doubt de­part

To awe the bold

to stay the weak

And bind and heal the brok­en heart.

Then all these wastes

a drea­ry scene

On which with sor­row­ing eyes we gaze

Shall grow with liv­ing wa­ters green

And lift to Heav­en the voice of praise.