God of the Gospel, — hear our voice

God of the Gospel, — hear our voice
When we for Gospel gifts rejoice!
And only rest from praise — to pray
That all the world may learn Thy way.
Lord, bless Thy work, — and speed the time
When every tongue and every clime
Shall know the blessing of Thy grace,
And seek Thee in " Thy dwelling-place."

Oh bid Thy glorious Gospel run,
And tell the nations of Thy Son!
Of Him who, on th'accursed tree,
Died that their souls might live to Thee,
The fields are white, — bid many come
To help Thy golden harvest home,
And lay the purchased treasure by
In heaven's eternal granary.