Heav’nly truth in love dis­pens­èd;
Few, alas, with joy em­brace:
Closed their eyes and ears to mer­cy,
Sinners slight the God of grace:
Self-de­lud­ed,
Downwards rush with ra­pid pace.

Though Je­ho­vah oft­en speak­eth,
Hardened, they re­fuse to hear,
Carnal plea­sures still pur­su­ing,
They are caught in Sa­tan’s snare:
Disappointed,
Yet the world is still their care.

Lord, these care­less souls to waken,
Send Thy Holy Spir­it down;
Now the la­bors of Thy ser­vants,
With Thy spe­cial bless­ing crown:
To the wan­der­ers,
Be Thy grace and mer­cy shown.

Let fair Zi­on’s sons be ga­thered,
Own Thee as their so­ver­eign head;
In re­mot­est lands and na­tions,
May Thy glo­ri­ous Gos­pel spread:
Power ce­les­ti­al,
Raise to life the nu­mer­ous dead.