Go, mes­sen­ger of peace and love,
To na­tions plunged in shades of night;
Like Ga­bri­el, sent from fields ab­ove,
Be thine to shed ce­les­tial light.

On bar­ren rock and de­sert isle,
Go, bid the Rose of Shar­on bloom,
Till arid wastes around thee smile,
Rich as the dews from morn­ing’s womb.

Go, to the hun­gry food im­part,
To paths of peace the wan­der­er guide;
And lead the thirs­ty pant­ing heart
Where streams of liv­ing water glide.

Go, bid the bright and morn­ing star,
From Beth­lehem’s plains re­splen­dent shine,
And, pierc­ing through the gloom, afar
Shed heav’n­ly light and love di­vine.

To In­dia’s var­ious castes pro­claim
The Gos­pel’s soft, but pow­er­ful voice;
And, at the blest Re­deem­er’s name,
Let ocean’s lone­ly isles re­joice.

Proclaim sal­va­tion’s joy­ful sound—
The deaf with new de­light shall hear;
Tell them the Sav­ior binds each wound,
And wipes the pe­ni­te­ntial tear.

Though thou art weak, the Lord is strong;
He will con­firm thy fee­ble arm;
His ser­vants shall not suf­fer wrong,
Nor wrath of man His pro­phets harm.

From north to south, from east to west,
Messiah yet shall reign su­preme;
His name, by ev­ery tongue con­fessed;
His praise, the uni­vers­al theme.

Then faint not in the day of toil,
When har­vest waits the reap­er’s hand;
Go, ga­ther in the glo­ri­ous spoil,
And joy­ous in His pr­esence stand.

Thy love a rich re­ward shall find
From Him who sits en­throned on high;
For they who turn the err­ing mind
Shall shine like stars ab­ove the sky.