M. E. Gates

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 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.


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!


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