1 Christians! the glorious hope ye know
Which soothes the heart in every woe,
While heathens helpless, hopeless lie:
No ray of glory meets their eye.
O give to their desiring sight
The hope that Jesus brought to light.
2 Christians! ye taste the heavenly grace
Which cheers believers in their race.
Uncheered by grace, through heathen gloom
See millions hastening to the tomb.
To heathen lands that grace convey,
Which trains the soul for endless day.
3 Christians! ye prize the Savior’s blood,
In which the soul is cleansed for God.
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
With none a Savior’s love to tell.
O strive, that heathens soon may view
That precious blood which cleanseth you!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9734
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9734||Christians! The Glorious Hope Ye Know||Christians! the glorious hope ye know||FRUMENTIUS||John Cawood||126.96.36.199||<cite>Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use, Adapted to the Festivals of the Church of England</cite> by Thomas Cotterill, eighth ed. 1819|