Words: , 1840. Bry­ant wrote these words for a mis­sion­a­ry an­ni­ver­sa­ry, and they were print­ed pri­vate­ly in a small book of 19 hymns in 1854.

Music: Lou­van, , Cho­ral An­thems (Bos­ton, Mass­a­chu­setts: 1850).


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.

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!

Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A wandering flock, and bring them all
To the good Shepherd’s peaceful fold.

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.

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.