115 Look from Thy sphere of endless day

1 Look from Thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might! In pity look on those who stray, Benighted in this land of light. 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea: How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from Thee! 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.