Go, tell the na­tions Christ is king,
His hands the world up­hold;
He guides each pla­net’s shin­ing ring,
And spreads the cloud’s dark fold;
Go, cast the false gods in the dust,
The id­ols tram­ple down,
And place in Him your on­ly trust,
For Je­sus wears the crown.

Go, tell the na­tions of the blood
On Cal­v’ry free­ly spilt,
The heal­ing streams, the pre­cious flood,
To wash away their guilt.
Tell them to trust no hu­man rites,
That earth­ly gold is dross;
And yet to par­don God delights,
Since Je­sus bore the cross.

Go, tell the na­tions of the hope,
The joy by Je­sus giv’n,
And bid the dark­ened eyes look up,
Beyond the stars, to Heav’n.
Oh, let your hearts with love o’er­flow,
Cross o’er the heav­ing tide,
Till all the lands of earth shall know
The Crowned, once Cru­ci­fied.