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
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
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Alternate verses:
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
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