The Missionary Triumph

Awake! awake! put on thy strength

Church of the liv­ing God;

Shine forth! shine forth! thy light is come

Its beams dif­fuse abroad;

To na­tions that in dark­ness wait

Send forth thy her­alds bold;

Till round the earth from pole to pole

The tid­ings glad are told.

They plead

Send help! Our coun­try’s sons

From snow clad mount to sea;

Send forth! send forth! the Bread of Life

O hear your bro­ther’s plea;

And As­ia’s mill­ions join the cry

With Af­ric’s starv­ing throng

While dist­ant is­lands of the sea

The plaint­ive cry pro­long.

They come! they come! The ran­somed ones

Where’er on earth their homes;

Lift up! lift up! thine eyes and see

At last thy tri­umph comes.

O glo­ri­ous hour! the voice from Heav’n

Proclaims from shore to shore.

The king­doms of this world are Christ’s

He reigns for­ev­er­more.