O Sion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling, To tell to all the world that God is Light; That he who made all nations is not willing One soul should perish, lost in shades of night: | Publish glad tidings; tidings of peace; Tidings of Jesus, Redemption and release. | Behold how many thousands still are lying Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin, With none to tell them of the Savior's dying, Or of the life he died for them to win. | 'Tis thine to save from peril of perdition The souls for whom the Lord his life laid down; Beware lest, slothful to fulfill thy mission, Thou lose one jewel that should deck his crown. | Proclaim to every people, tongue, and nation That God, in whom they live and move, is Love: Tell how he stooped to save his lost creation, And died on earth that man might live above. | 433 Give of thy sons to bear the message glorious; Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way, Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious; And all thou spendest Jesus will repay. | He comes again! O Sion, ere thou meet him, Make known to every heart his saving grace; Let none whom he hath ransomed fail to greet him, Through thy neglect, unfit to see his face. | |