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.
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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.
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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.
4
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.
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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!
