Go, Ye Heralds of Salvation

Go

ye her­alds of sal­va­tion

Go

pro­claim Re­deem­ing blood;

Publish to that bar­bar­ous na­tion

Peace and par­don from our God:

Tell the hea­then

None but Christ can do them good.

While the Gos­pel trump you’re sound­ing

May the Spir­it seal the Word

And

thro’ sov­er­eign grace ab­ound­ing

Heathen bow and own the Lord;

Idols leav­ing

God alone shall be ad­ored.

Distant tho’ our souls are blend­ing

Still our hearts are warm and true;

In our pray­ers to Heav’n as­cend­ing

Brethren—we’ll re­mem­ber you;

Heav’n pre­serve you

Safely all your jour­ney through.

When your mis­sion here is fin­ished

And your work on earth is done

May your souls

by grace re­plen­ished

Find ac­cept­ance thro’ the Son;

Thence admit­ted

Dwell for ev­er near His throne.

Loud ho­san­nas now re­sound­ing

Make the heav’n­ly arch­es ring:

Grace to sin­ful men ab­ound­ing

Ransomed mill­ions sweet­ly sing;

While

with rap­ture

All adore their heav’n­ly king.