Now, Lord, Thy Chosen Heralds Bless

Now

Lord

Thy chos­en her­alds bless

Who run at Thy com­mand;

And may Thy pre­cious word of grace

Be heard in ev­ery land.

The bless­ing which Thy Son hath bought

To sin­ners we pro­claim;

Let signs and won­ders still be wrought

In Je­sus’ con­quer­ing name.

Now let Thy Ho­ly Spir­it strive

And bring the wan­der­ers home;

Now

migh­ty God

Thy work re­vive

And let Thy king­dom come.

Maintain

main­tain

Thy sov­er­eign sway

And bid all sin de­part;

The beau­ties of Thy face dis­play

And shine in ev­ery heart.

And when to that bright world we come

Where all is peace and joy

We’ll shout the heav’n­ly har­vest home

And praise Thee in the sky.