1 Saviour, sprinkle many nations,
Fruitful let Thy sorrows be!
By Thy pains and consolations
Draw the Gentiles unto Thee!
Of Thy Cross the wondrous story
Be it to the nations told;
Let them see Thee in Thy glory,
And Thy mercy manifold!
2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for Thee each mortal breast:
Human tears for Thee are flowing,
Human hearts in Thee would rest.
Thirsting as for dews of even,
As the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek, as God of heaven,
Thee as Man, for sinners slain.
3 Saviour! lo, the isles are waiting,
Stretched the hand, and strained the sight,
For Thy Spirit, new-creating,
Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light.
Give the word, and of the preacher
Speed the foot, and touch the tongue,
Till on earth, by every creature,
Glory to the Lamb be sung.
|First Line:||Saviour, sprinkle many nations|
|Author:||Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1851)|
|Topic:||The Church: Missions; Fifth Sunday after Trinity|
|Notes:||Alternate tune: #581|
|Name:||O DU LIEBE MEINER LIEBE|
|Notes:||Source from index: "Darmstadt GB.," 1698|