3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scattered, homeless flock, till all Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. 4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart. 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise. William C. Bryant, 1840. 448 Baca. L.M. _Missionary Charged and Encouraged._ (1024) Go, messenger of peace and love, To people plunged in shades of night, Like angels sent from fields above, Be thine to shed celestial light. 2 Go to the hungry--food impart; To paths of peace the wand'rer guide, And lead the thirsty, panting heart, Where streams of living water glide. 3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand: Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in his presence stand. 4 Thy love a rich reward shall find From him who sits enthroned on high: For they who turn the erring mind Shall shine like stars above the sky. A. Balfor 449 Baca. L.M. _Ascend Thy Throne._ Ascend thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord! Let saints and angels praise thy name, Be thou through heaven and earth adored. Benjamin Beddome. 450 Missionary Chant. L.M. _The Universal Reign of Christ._ (1033) Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; Put on thy strength, the nation shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee. 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, "I am Jehovah--God alone!" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground. 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt; But to each conscience be applied The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim In every clime, of every name, Till adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Savior--Lord of all. William Shrubsole, 1776. 451 Missionary Chant. L.M. _Mission to the Heathen._ (1030) Behold, the heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive to receive The freedom Jesus has to give. 2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King. 3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days, When our Redeemer shall be known Where Satan long has held his throne.