1 Lord, send thy word, and let it fly,
Arm'd with thy Spirit's pow'r,
Ten thousands shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.
2 Beneath the influence of thy grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With sudden greens, and fruits array'd,
A blooming paradise.
3 True holiness shall strike its root
In each regen'rate heart;
Shall in a growth divine arise,
And heavenly fruits impart.
4 Peace, with her olives crown'd, shall stretch
Her wings from shore to shore;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murd'rous cannon roar.
5 Lord, for those days we wait--those days
Are in thy word foretold;
Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring
This promis'd age of gold!
6 Amen, with joy divine, let earth's
Unnumber'd myriads cry;
Amen, with joy divine, let heaven's
Unnumber'd choirs reply.
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First Line: | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Kingdom and Church of Christ: Missionary Hymn; Missionaries |