O great God of na­tions, re­vive us, we pray,
Raise pro­di­gal hearts to con­tri­tion to­day;
In pride have we turned from Your life giv­ing Word,
Embracing the dark­ness while truth goes un­heard.
Create deep with­in us a clean heart to­day,
Renew a right spi­rit, and teach us to say:
Awaken, my soul, and send an­thems above,
To Him who is yearn­ing to bless you in love.

Forsake not Your peo­ple though far we do roam,
As he­don­ists, spend­thrifts, aban­don­ing home;
But fin­al­ly, throw­ing our fol­ly aside,
We see You are wait­ing with arms open wide.
We plead Your for­giv­eness, our Fa­ther, we pray,
O heal pride­ful blind­ness and teach us to say:
How migh­ty the love that can con­quer our sin,
And open the door to the ban­quet with­in.

In faith and in gra­ti­tude, then, must we share
The good news of Je­sus with lands ev­ery­where,
With peo­ples still grop­ing and stumb­ling in night;
For them You com­mand us to send out the light.
To shout from the roof­tops, pro­claim o’er the wave,
That Christ has re­deemed from the depths of the grave:
Pour out, then, Your Spi­rit, afresh in this hour,
Enable our tongues to speak out with Your pow­er.