Give the word, eter­nal King;
Swift and fair from hill to hill
Speed the an­gel feet that bring
News of glo­ry and good­will,
News of free­dom’s open door,
Thy re­demp­tion’s sweet re­lease,
Priceless trea­sure to the poor,
To the wea­ry per­fect peace.

Give the word, as­cend­ed Son;
By the tra­vail of Thy soul,
By the tri­umph it hath won,
Let the tid­ings on­ward roll;
In the depth and o’er the height
Thy love’s ban­ner be un­furled;
Make Thine own, in hell’s de­spite,
All the king­doms of the world.

Give the word, O Ho­ly Ghost:
West and East and South and North
Make a se­cond Pen­te­cost;
Bid Thy com­pa­nies go forth,
Bearing all the gifts of grace
On Thy wings, O mys­tic Dove,
Visions of the Sav­ior’s face,
Music of the Fa­ther’s love.

Father, Son, and Spir­it, God,
By the sum of hu­man ill,
By Thy dread aveng­ing rod,
By Thine all ab­solv­ing will,
Lo, be­fore Thy feet we fall!
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly Lord;
Three in One, and All in All,
Hear our cry and give the word.