Macedonia

The vi­sion of a dy­ing world

Is vast be­fore our eyes;

We feel the heart­beat of its need

We hear its fee­ble cries:

Lord Je­sus Christ

re­vive Thy Church

In this

her cru­cial hour!

Lord Je­sus Christ

awake Thy Church

With Spir­it-giv­en pow­er.

The sa­vage hugs his god of stone

And fears des­cent of night;

The city dwell­er cring­es lone

Amid the gar­ish light:

Lord Je­sus Christ

arouse Thy Church

To see their mute dis­tress!

Lord Je­sus Christ

equip Thy Church

With love and ten­der­ness.

Today

as un­der­stand­ing’s bounds

Are stretched on ev­ery hand

Oh

clothe Thy Word in bright

new sounds

And speed it o’er the land;

Lord Je­sus Christ

em­pow­er us

To preach by ev­ery means!

Lord Je­sus Christ

em­bold­en us

In near and dist­ant scenes.

The warn­ing bell of judg­ment tolls

Above us looms the cross;

Around are ev­er-dy­ing souls—

How great

how great the loss!

O Lord

con­strain and move Thy Church

The glad news to im­part!

And Lord

as Thou dost stir Thy Church

Begin with­in my heart.