Text: | Lord, send Thy word, and let it fly |
Author: | Thomas Gibbons |
Tune: | MEDFIELD |
Composer: | William Mather |
1 Lord, send Thy word, and let it fly,
Armed with thy Spirit's power;
Ten thousand shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.
2 Beneath the influence of Thy grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With verdure and with fruits arrayed,
A blooming paradise.
3 True holiness shall strike its root
In each regenerate heart;
Shall in a growth divine arise,
And heavenly fruits impart.
4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch
Her wings from shore to shore;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murderous cannon roar.
5 Lord, for those days we wait--those days
Are in Thy word foretold;
Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring
This promised age of gold!
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, send Thy word, and let it fly |
Author: | Thomas Gibbons (1769) |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | Kingdom of Christ: Extension of; Kingdom of Christ: Prayer for; Missions(1 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | MEDFIELD |
Composer: | William Mather |
Meter: | C. M. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |