We’ll Girdle the Globe

Behold the hands stretched out for aid

Darkened by sin and sore dis­mayed;

Oh

will you to their res­cue go

Lost wan­d’rers down to end­less woe?

We’ll gir­dle the globe with sal­va­tion

With ho­li­ness un­to the Lord;

And light shall il­lumine each na­tion

The light from the lamp of His Word.

In hea­then lands they watch and wait

And sigh for help which comes so late

And grope in sin and na­ture’s night

Forever vain­ly seek­ing light.

Oh

flash the tid­ings! shout the sound

In dark­est lands the world around

Till all the earth from pole to pole

Shall full sal­va­tion ech­oes roll.

The watch fires kin­dle far and near

In ev’ry land let them ap­pear

Till burn­ing lines of Gos­pel fire

Shall gird the world and mount up high­er.