Go, Ye Messengers of God

Go

ye mes­sen­gers of God!

Like the beams of morn­ing fly

Take the won­der work­ing rod

Wave the ban­ner cross on high;

Where the lof­ty mi­na­ret

Gleams along the morn­ing skies

Wave it till the cres­cent set

And the Star of Ja­cob rise!

Go to ma­ny a tro­pic isle

In the bo­som of the deep

Where the skies for­ev­er smile

And the op­pressed for­ev­er weep:

O’er their gloomy night of care

Pour the liv­ing light of Heav­en;

Chase away their dark des­pair

Bid them hope to be for­giv­en!

Where the gold­en gates of day

Open on the pal­my East

Wide the bleed­ing cross dis­play

Spread the Gos­pel’s rich­est feast:

Bear the tid­ings round the ball

Visit ev­ery soil and sea:

Preach the cross of Christ to all

Jesus’ love is full and free!