Send Them, O Lord (EN 2933)

EN 2933 Send Them, O Lord

Matt.9.38

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Lord, Thou hast gone two thousand years,

Yet they have never heard

Tidings of Thy redeeming love,

Or seen Thy holy Word.

Sleeping and still Thy Church has lain,

Heedless of the high command—

“Go forth to ev’ry tribe and tongue,

To ev’ry distant land.”

Send them, O Lord, to speak of Thee,

Telling of Thy love and grace;

Send them, O Lord, to tell of Thee,

To ev’ry tribe and race.

2

Once o’er this bright and favored land

Lay there the pall of night—

Gloom of a savage heathendom,

With foul and bloody rite.

Brave ones arose and came to us,

Bringing o’er the tidings sweet,

Then cruel men bent low to Thee,

And worshipped at Thy feet.

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So would we do for other lands

Lying in deepest death,

Sinking to meet their awful doom

With ev’ry passing breath.

Hear, Jesus, hear our fervent pray’r,

Wake Thy sleeping Church to know

Her hour of privilege and pow’r,

And bid her rise and go.

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