William C. Bryant, 1840
Look from Thy sphere of endless day,|
O God of mercy and of might!
In pity look on those who stray
Benighted in this land of light.
2. In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
3. Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call|
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A scattered, homeless flock, till all
Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold.
4. Send them Thy mighty Word to speak
5. Then all these wastes, a dreary scene|
That makes us sadden as we gaze,
Shall grow with living waters green
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.
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