Go, fa­vored Chris­tians, and pro­claim
The kind Re­deem­er you have found;
Publish His ev­er pre­cious name
To all the won­der­ing na­tions round.

Go, tell th’unlettered wretch­ed slave,
Who groans be­neath a ty­rant’s rod,
You bring a free­dom bought with blood,
The blood of an in­car­nate God.

And tell the pant­ing sa­ble chief,
On Ethi­op­ia’s scorch­ing sand,
You come with a re­fresh­ing stream
To cheer and bless his thirs­ty land.

Go tell, on In­dia’s gold­en shores,
The Gan­ges, Ti­bet, and Bhou­tan,
That to en­rich their death­less mind
You come, the friends of God and man.

Tell all the dis­tant isles afar
That lie in dark­ness and the grave
You come a glo­ri­ous light to show,
You come their souls to seek and save.

Say the re­li­gion you pro­fess
Is all be­ne­vo­lence and love,
And, crowned with en­er­gy di­vine,
Its hea­ven­ly ori­gin will prove.