Send Thou, O Lord, to every place

Send Thou

O Lord

to every place

Swift messengers before Thy face

The heralds of Thy wondrous grace

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Send men whose eyes have seen the King!

Men in whose ears His sweet words ring;

Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;

Send them where Thou wilt come.

To bring good news to souls in sin;

The bruised and broken hearts to win;

In every place to bring them in

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Gird each one with the Spirit’s sword

The sword of Thine own deathless word;

And make them conquerors

conquering Lord

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

Raise up

O Lord the Holy Ghost

From this broad land a mighty host

Their war-cry

We will seek the lost

Where Thou

O Christ

wilt come!