|1||Lord, dost Thou look from heaven, and see
The peopled earth, between her poles,
And wonder that the thought of Thee
Is still withheld from darkened souls?
|2||It was Thy will that man to man
Should tell Thy secret, strong and sweet,
Till Truth with rainbow light should span
Thy kneeling sons beneath Thy feet.
|3||And yet we make not haste to speak
The message that hath waited long;
And souls are sad, and hearts are weak,
And know not what should make them strong.
|4||The fields are ripe; the laden hills
Have drunk their fill of sun and rain,
The teeming harvest waits and spills
In barren waste the golden grain.
|5||Lord Christ, our faltering faith increase,
And bid Thy laborers forward go,
Till all have heard the word of peace,
Till all the world its Savior know. Amen.