Look From Thy Sphere Of Endless Day
Verse 1
Look from Thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might, In pity look on those who stray, Benighted in this land of light.
Verse 2
In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart by stream or sea, How many of the sons of man Hear not the message sent from Thee!
Verse 3
Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A wandering flock, and bring them all To the good Shepherds peaceful fold.
Verse 4
Send them Thy mighty Word to speak, Till faith shall dawn and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart.
Verse 5
Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, On which with sorrowing eyes we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise.