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Send Thou, O Lord, to every place Swift messengers before Thy face, The heralds of Thy wondrous grace, Where Thou Thyself wilt come. |
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Send men whose eyes have seen the King! Men in whose eyes His sweet words ring; Send such Thy lost ones home to bring; Send them where Thou wilt come. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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! |