Ye Christian Heralds, Go Proclaim

Ye Christ­ian her­alds

go pro­claim

Salvation through Em­ma­nu­el’s name;

To dist­ant climes the tid­ings bear

And plant the Rose of Sha­ron there.

Ruler of worlds

dis­play Thy pow­er

Be this Thy Zi­on’s fa­vored hour;

Bid the bright morn­ing star arise

And point the na­tions to the skies.

Set up Thy throne where Sa­tan reigns

On Af­ric shores

on In­dia’s plains;

On wilds and con­ti­nents un­known

And be the uni­verse Thine own!

Speak and the world shall hear Thy voice;

Speak and the de­serts shall re­joice!

Scatter the shades of mor­tal night;

Let worth­less id­ols flee the light!

Trusting in Him

dear breth­ren

rear

The Gos­pel stand­ard void of fear;

Go seek with joy your des­tined shore

To view your na­tive land no more.

God shield you with a wall of fire

With flam­ing zeal your breasts in­spire

Bid rag­ing winds their fu­ry cease

And hush the tu­mult in­to peace.

And when our la­bors are all o’er

Then we shall meet to part no more;

Meet with the blood bought throng to fall

And crown our Je­sus

Lord of all!