Lord, her watch thy Church is keeping:

When shall earth thy rule obey?

When shall end the night of weeping?

When shall break the promised day?

See the whitening harvest languish,

Waiting still the labourers' toil;

Was it vain, thy Son's deep anguish?

Shall the Strong retain the spoil?

Tidings, sent to every creature,

Millions yet have never heard:

Can they hear without a preacher?

Lord almighty, give the word!

Give the word! in every nation

Let the Gospel trumpet sound,

Witnessing a world's salvation,

To the earth's remotest bound.

Then the end! Thy Church completed,

All thy chosen gathered in,

With their King in glory seated,

Satan bound, and banished sin;

Gone for ever parting, weeping,

Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;

Lo! her watch thy Church is keeping;

Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign!

Amen.