Rise, Thou Light of Gentile Nations

Rise

Thou Light of Gen­tile na­tions

Jesus

bright and Morn­ing Star;

Let Thy Word

the glad­some tid­ings

Ring out loud­ly near and far

Bringing free­dom to the cap­tives

Peace and com­fort to the slave

That the hea­then

free from bond­age

May pro­claim Thy pow­er to save.

See the blind­ness of the hea­then

Strangers to Thy glo­ri­ous light

Straying hope­less till they find Thee

Wandering aim­less in the night.

See their pi­ti­ful con­di­tion;

Lo

gross dark­ness co­vers all

And no ray of hope re­fresh­es

Nor dis­pels the dread­ful pall.

If Thou

mer­ci­ful Re­deem­er

Hadst not saved us from this plight

In like dark­ness we would lang­uish

Hopeless

hel­pless

in sin’s night.

Lovingly Thou

Lord

didst seek us

In the beau­ty of Thy grace;

Now with joy we free­ly serve Thee

We

Thy bless­èd

chos­en race.

Knowing Thee and Thy sal­va­tion

Grateful love dare nev­er cease

To pro­claim Thy ten­der mer­cies

Gracious Lord

Thy heav­en­ly peace.

Sound we forth the Gos­pel tid­ings

To the earth’s re­mot­est bound

That the sin­ner has been par­doned

And for­give­ness can be found.

May our zeal to help the hea­then

Be in­creased from day to day

As we plead in true com­pass­ion

And for their con­ver­sion pray.

For the many faith­ful her­alds

For the Gos­pel they pro­claim

Let us all be cheer­ful giv­ers

To the glo­ry of Thy name.

Savior

shine in all Thy glo­ry

On the na­tions near and far;

From the high­ways and the by­ways

Call them

O Thou Morn­ing Star.

Guide them whom Thy grace hath chos­en

Out of Sa­tan’s dread­ful thrall

To the man­sions of Thy Fa­ther—

There is room for sin­ners all.