1. Lord, a Saviour’s love displaying,
Show the heathen lands Thy way;
Millions still like sheep are straying
In the dark and cloudy day;
Shades of death are gath’ring o’er them,
Lord, they perish from Thy sight;
Let Thine Angel go before them;
Bring the Gentiles to Thy Light.
2. Bring them home from every nation,
From the islands of the sea;
By the word of Thy salvation
Call the wanderers back to Thee;
Thou their pasture hast provided;
Grant the blessing long foretold;
Let Thy sheep, divinely guided,
Find at last the common fold.