Go, preach the gospel in my name,
Said he of Bethlehem:
Teach of a crown more glorious
Than earthly diadem.
Teach ye as I have taught, in love;
Be hate unthought, unspoken;
Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let
The bruised reed be broken.
If any scorn you for the truth
Which ye shall publish free,
Think of the lonely midnight hour
In dark Gethsemane:
Think of my prayers on Olivet,
My musings by the sea;
And though the heavy chain may bind,
That truth shall make you free.
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #385||Ordination||Go, preach the gospel in my name||C. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #385||Go, preach the gospel in my name||Go, preach the gospel in my name||1848|