O Master of the Waking World

O Mas­ter of the wak­ing world

Who hast the na­tions in Thy heart

The heart that bled and broke to send

God’s love to earth’s re­mot­est part:

Show us anew in Cal­va­ry

The won­drous pow­er that makes us free.

On ev­ery side the walls are down

The gates swing wide to ev­ery land

The rest­less tribes and rac­es feel

The pres­sure of Thy pierc­èd hand;

Thy way is in the sea and air

Thy world is op­en ev­ery­where.

We hear the throb of surg­ing life

The clank of chains

the curse of greed

The moan of pain

the fu­tile cries

Of su­per­sti­tion’s cru­el creed;

The peo­ples hun­ger for Thee

Lord

The isles are wait­ing for Thy Word.

Thy wit­ness in the souls of men

Thy Spir­it’s cease­less

brood­ing pow­er

In lands where sha­dows hide the light

Await a new cre­at­ive hour:

O migh­ty God

set us aflame

To show the glo­ry of Thy name.