1 Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
2 We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race
May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
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First Line: | Pity the nations, O our God! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Lord's Supper |