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.