1  Send Thou, O Lord, to every place

    Swift messengers before Thy face,

    The heralds of Thy wondrous grace,

       Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

 2  Send men whose eyes have seen the King!

    Men in whose eyes His sweet words ring;

    Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;

       Send them where Thou wilt come.

 3  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.

 5  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!