Send out Thy light and truth, O God!
With sound of trumpet from above;
Break not the nations with Thy rod,
But draw them as with cords of love;
Justice and mercy meet;
The work is well begun,
Through every clime their feet,
Who bring glad tidings, run;
In earth, as heaven, Thy will be done.
Before Thee every idol fall,
Rend the false prophet's veil of lies;
The fulness of the Gentiles call,
Be Israel saved, let Jacob rise:
Thy Kingdom come indeed,
Thy church with union bless,
All scripture be her creed,
And every tongue confess
One Lord,--the Lord our Righteousness.
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Now for the travail of His soul,
Messiah's peaceful reign advance;
From sea to sea, from pole to pole,
He claims His pledged inheritance:
O Thou most mighty! gird
Thy sword upon Thy thigh,--
That two-edged sword,--Thy word,
By which Thy foes shall die,
Then be new-born beneath Thine eye.
So perish all Thine enemies,
Their enmity alone be slain;
Them, in the arms of mercy seize,
Breathe, and their souls shall come again:
So may Thy friends at length,
Oft smitten, oft laid low,
Forth, like the sun in strength,
Conquering, to conquer go,
Till to Thy throne all nations flow.