The Waiting Isles

O Sav­ior

we pray Thee

send out Thy sweet light

Far ov­er the wide heav­ing sea;

The na­tions in dark­ness are long­ing for day

The is­lands

the is­lands are wait­ing for Thee.

They are wait­ing for Thee

they are wait­ing for Thee

In the hour of their sad­ness they are wait­ing for Thee;

O Sav­ior

we pray Thee

send out Thy sweet light

The is­lands

the is­lands are wait­ing for Thee.

Inspire with Thy pre­sence

O Sav­ior di­vine

Thy peo­ple who know of Thy love

That forth to the hea­then afar may be borne

The mes­sage

the mes­sage of grace from ab­ove.

O send now

we pray Thee

some her­ald of Thine

Some soul that with peace Thou hast blessed

O bid Him go forth to the hea­then in chains

And tell them

and tell them of Je­sus and rest.