1 Lord, send Thy word, and let it fly,
Armed with thy Spirit's power;
Ten thousand shall confess its sway,
And bless the saving hour.
2 Beneath the influence of Thy grace,
The barren wastes shall rise,
With verdure and with fruits arrayed,
A blooming paradise.
3 True holiness shall strike its root
In each regenerate heart;
Shall in a growth divine arise,
And heavenly fruits impart.
4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch
Her wings from shore to shore;
No trump shall rouse the rage of war,
Nor murderous cannon roar.
5 Lord, for those days we wait--those days
Are in Thy word foretold;
Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring
This promised age of gold!
Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #334