Look from Thy Sphere of Endless Day |
William C. Bryant, 1840
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, | 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 |
5. Then all these wastes, a dreary scene That makes us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green And lift to heaven the voice of praise. |