Send Thou, O Lord, to ev­ery place
Swift mes­sen­gers be­fore Thy face,
The her­alds of Thy won­drous grace,
Where Thou Thy­self wilt come.

Send men whose eyes have seen the King,
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring;
Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;
Send them where Thou wilt come.

To bring good news to souls in sin;
The bruised and brok­en hearts to win;
In ev­ery place to bring them in
Where Thou Thy­self wilt come.

Thou who hast died, Thy vic­t’ry claim;
Assert, O Christ, Thy glo­ry’s name
In ev­ery place to bring them in
Where Thou Thy­self wilt come.

Gird each one with the Spir­it’s sword,
The sword of Thine own death­less Word;
And make them con­quer­ors, con­quer­ing, Lord,
Where Thou Thy­self wilt come.

Raise up, O Lord the Ho­ly Ghost,
From this broad land a migh­ty host,
Their war cry, We will seek the lost
Where Thou, O Christ, wilt come.