Look from Thy Sphere of Endless Day
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.