Let the song go round the earth,
Jesus Christ is Lord!
Sound His praises, tell His worth,
Be His Name adored;
Every clime and every tongue
Join the grand, the glorious song!

Let the song go round the earth,
From the eastern sea,
Where the daylight has its birth,
Glad, and bright, and free;
China’s millions join the strains,
Waft them on to India’s plains.

Let the song go round the earth,
Lands where Islam’s sway
Darkly broods o’er home and hearth,
Cast their bonds away;
Let His praise from Afric’s shore
Rise and swell her wide lands o’er.

Let the song go round the earth,
Where the summer smiles;
Let the notes of holy mirth
Break from distant isles;
Inland forests, dark and dim,
Ice bound coasts give back the hymn.

Let the song go round the earth,
Jesus Christ is King!
With the story of His worth
Let the whole world ring;
Him creation all adore
Evermore and evermore.

Lord, her watch Thy Church is keeping:
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
Waiting still the laborers’ toil;
Was it vain, Thy Son’s deep anguish?
Shall the strong retain the spoil?

Tidings, sent to every creature,
Millions yet have never heard:
Can they hear without a preacher?
Lord almighty, give the word!
Give the word! in every nation
Let the Gospel trumpet sound,
Witnessing a world’s salvation,
To the earth’s remotest bound.

Then the end! Thy Church completed,
All Thy chosen gathered in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banished sin
Gone for ever parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;
Lo! her watch Thy Church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign!

A hundred thousand souls a day
Are passing one by one away
In Christless guilt and gloom;
Without one ray of hope or light,
With future dark as endless night,
They’re passing to their doom,
They’re passing to their doom.

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They’re passing, passing fast away
In thousands day by day;
They’re passing to their doom,
They’re passing to their doom.

O Holy Ghost, Thy people move,
Baptize their hearts with faith and love
And consecrate their gold.
At Jesus’ feet their millions pour,
And all their ranks unite once more,
As in the days of old,
As in the days of old.

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The Master’s coming draweth near;
The Son of Man will soon appear;
His kingdom is at hand.
But ere that glorious day can be,
This gospel of the kingdom we
Must preach in every land,
Must preach in every land.

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Oh, let us then His coming haste,
Oh, let us end this awful waste
Of souls that never die.
A thousand millions still are lost;
A Savior’s blood has paid the cost,
Oh, hear their dying cry,
Oh, hear their dying cry.

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They’re passing, passing, fast away,
A hundred thousand souls a day
In Christless guilt and gloom.
O Church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When, in the awful judgment day,
They charge thee with their doom,
They charge thee with their doom?

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The voice of Christ, our Savior,
Rings through the Christian world:
“Let Gospel truth be spoken,
My banner be unfurled
In every land and nation,
Where’er man’s foot has trod;
Go publish My salvation,
Proclaim the Christ of God.”

Baptized with heav’nly wisdom,
And lips aglow with love,
Speak to the lost and fallen
The message from above;
Unfold with holy courage
The grand and glorious truth
That speaks in benediction
To every Christian youth.

The promise of the Master
Crowns with its glorious light
Each faithful Christian soldier
That strikes for God and right.
Go ye, and preach the Gospel
In all its wondrous power;
Go, the Redeemer’s presence
Shall crown thine every hour.

Watchman, blow the Gospel trumpet,
Every soul a warning give;
Whosoever hears the message
May repent, and turn and live.

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Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman,
Blow it loud o’er land and sea;
God commissions, sound the message!
Every captive may be free.

Sound it loud o’er every hilltop,
Gloomy shade and sunny plain;
Ocean depths repeat the message,
Full salvation’s glad refrain.

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Sound it in the hedge and highway,
Earth’s dark spots where exiles roam;
Let it tell all things are ready,
Father waits to welcome home.

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Sound it for the heavy laden,
Weary, longing to be free;
Sound a Savior’s invitation,
Sweetly saying, “Come to Me.”

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