Lord
a Savior’s love displaying
Show the heathen lands Thy way;
Thousands still like sheep are straying
In the dark and cloudy day.
Shades of death are gathering o’er them
Lord
they perish from Thy sight!
Let Thine angel go before them;
Bring the Gentiles to Thy light.
Fetch them home from every nation
From the islands of the sea;
By the word of Thy salvation
Call the wanderers back to Thee.
Thou their pasture hast provided
Grant the blessing long foretold;
Let Thy sheep
divinely guided
Find at last the one true fold.