Savior, Sprinkle Many Nations

Savior

sprin­kle m­any na­tions;

Fruitful let Thy sor­rows be;

By Thy pains and con­so­la­tions

Draw the Gen­tiles un­to Thee!

Of Thy cross the won­drous sto­ry

Be it to the na­tions told;

Let them see Thee in Thy glo­ry

And Thy mer­cy ma­ni­fold.

Far and wide

though all un­know­ing

Pants for Thee each mor­tal breast

Human tears for Thee are flow­ing

Human hearts in Thee would rest.

Thirsting as for dews of ev­en

As the new mown grass for rain

Thee they seek as God of Heav­en

Thee as man for sin­ners slain.

Savior

lo! the isles are wait­ing

Stretched the hand and strained the sight

For Thy Spir­it

new cre­at­ing

Love’s pure flame

and wis­dom’s light.

Give the word

and of the preach­er

Speed the foot and touch the tongue

Till on earth by ev­ery crea­ture

Glory to the Lamb be sung!