1 In pity to a dying world,
Almighty Father, send Thy grace;
And let Thy banner be unfurled,
And faith’s slow triumph speed its pace.

2 What millions of immortal souls
Still live unmindful of Thy sway!
And as death’s fearful torrent rolls,
Hundreds are daily swept away.

3 O Lord, must creatures be undone
Who from Thy hand receive their breath?
Shall they be lost, for whom Thy Son
Came down to suffer shame and death?

4 Let sovereign mercy interpose
To rescue sinners from their doom;
And send Thy word to heal their woes,
And light their passage to the tomb.

5 O spread Thy truth through every clime,
Teach stubborn souls to weep and pray;
Let this be the accepted time,
And this salvation’s glorious day.