2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, 3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting;

And let the King of Glory pass; The cross is in

the field:

That banner, bright - er than the star That leads the train of night,

Shines on their march, and guides from far His serv-ants to the fight. A- MEN.

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

2 A holy war those servants wage;
Mysteriously at strife,

The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life.
Ye armies of the living God,

His sacramental host,

Where hallowed footsteps never trod
Take your appointed post:

3 Though few and small and weak your
bands,

Strong in your Captain's strength
Go to the conquest of all lands;
All must be His at length.

Those spoils at His victorious feet
You shall rejoice to lay,
And lay yourselves, as trophies meet,
In His great judgment-day.

4 O fear not, faint not, halt not now;
In Jesus' Name be strong;
To Him shall all the nations bow,
And sing with you this song:
"Uplifted are the gates of brass,
The bars of iron yield;
Behold the King of Glory pass;

The cross hath won the field."

James Montgomery, 1843: verse 4, lines 2, 3, alt.

1 Send Thou, O Lord, to every place Swift mes-sen - gers

before Thy face,

The heralds of Thy wondrous grace, Where Thou Thy - self wilt come. A - MEN.

2 Send men whose eyes have seen the King,
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring;
Send such Thy lost ones home to bring;
Send them where Thou wilt come.

3 To bring good news to souls in sin;
The bruised and broken hearts to win;
In every place to bring them in

Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

4 Gird each one with the Spirit's sword,
The sword of Thine own deathless word;
And make them conquerors, conquering Lord,
Where Thou Thyself wilt come.

5 Raise up, O Lord the Holy Ghost,
From this broad land a mighty host,

Their war cry,

"We will seek the lost Where Thou, O Christ, wilt come."

Mrs. Mary C. Gates, 1890