Savior, sprin­kle m­any na­tions;
Fruitful let Thy sor­rows be;
By Thy pains and con­so­la­tions
Draw the Gen­tiles un­to Thee!

Of Thy cross the won­drous sto­ry,
Be it to the na­tions told;
Let them see Thee in Thy glo­ry
And Thy mer­cy ma­ni­fold.

Far and wide, though all un­know­ing,
Pants for Thee each mor­tal breast,
Human tears for Thee are flow­ing,
Human hearts in Thee would rest.

Thirsting as for dews of ev­en,
As the new mown grass for rain
Thee they seek as God of Hea­ven,
Thee as man for sin­ners slain.

Savior, lo! the isles are wait­ing
Stretched the hand and strained the sight,
For Thy Spir­it, new cre­at­ing,
Love’s pure flame, and wis­dom’s light.

Give the word, and of the preach­er
Speed the foot and touch the tongue,
Till on earth by ev­ery crea­ture
Glory to the Lamb be sung!