O Zion, Haste

O Zion

haste

thy mis­sion high ful­fill­ing

To tell to all the world that God is light

That He who made all na­tions is not will­ing

One soul should per­ish

lost in shades of night.

Publish glad tid­ings

tid­ings of peace;

Tidings of Je­sus

re­demp­tion and re­lease.

Behold how many thou­sands still are ly­ing

Bound in the dark­some pri­son house of sin

With none to tell them of the Sav­ior’s dy­ing

Or of the life He died for them to win.

Proclaim to ev­ery peo­ple

tongue

and na­tion

That God

in whom they live and move

is love;

Tell how He stooped to save His lost cre­ation

And died on earth that we might live above.

’Tis thine to save from per­il of per­di­tion

The souls for whom the Lord His life laid down:

Beware lest

sloth­ful to ful­fill thy mis­sion

Thou lose one jew­el that should deck His crown.

Give of thy sons to bear the mes­sage glo­ri­ous;

Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;

Pour out thy soul for them in pray­er vic­tor­ious;

O Zi­on

haste to bring the bright­er day.

He comes again! O Zi­on

ere thou meet Him

Make known to ev­ery heart His sav­ing grace:

Let none whom he Hath ran­somed fail to greet Him

Through thy ne­glect

un­fit to see His face.