O Zion, haste, thy mis­sion high ful­fill­ing,
To tell to all the world that God is light,
That He who made all na­tions is not will­ing
One soul should per­ish, lost in shades of night.

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Publish glad tid­ings, tid­ings of peace;
Tidings of Je­sus, re­demp­tion and re­lease.

Behold how many thou­sands still are ly­ing
Bound in the dark­some pri­son house of sin,
With none to tell them of the Sav­ior’s dy­ing,
Or of the life He died for them to win.

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Proclaim to ev­ery peo­ple, tongue, and na­tion
That God, in whom they live and move, is love;
Tell how He stooped to save His lost cre­ation,
And died on earth that we might live above.

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’Tis thine to save from per­il of per­di­tion
The souls for whom the Lord His life laid down:
Beware lest, sloth­ful to ful­fill thy mis­sion,
Thou lose one jew­el that should deck His crown.

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Give of thy sons to bear the mes­sage glo­ri­ous;
Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;
Pour out thy soul for them in pray­er vic­to­ri­ous;
O Zi­on, haste to bring the bright­er day.

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He comes again! O Zi­on, ere thou meet Him,
Make known to ev­ery heart His sav­ing grace:
Let none whom he Hath ran­somed fail to greet Him,
Through thy ne­glect, un­fit to see His face.

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