In pity to a dying world,
Almighty Fa­ther, send Thy grace;
And let Thy banner be unfurled,
And faith’s slow triumph speed its pace.

What millions of immortal souls
Still live unmindful of Thy sway!
And as death’s fearful torrent rolls,
Hundreds are daily swept away.

O Lord, must creatures be undone
Who from Thy hand receive their breath?
Shall they be lost, for whom Thy Son
Came down to suffer shame and death?

Let sovereign mercy interpose
To rescue sinners from their doom;
And send Thy word to heal their woes,
And light their passage to the tomb.

O spread Thy truth through every clime,
Teach stubborn souls to weep and pray;
Let this be the accepted time,
And this sal­va­tion’s glo­ri­ous day.