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Verse 1

Go, messenger of peace and love,
To people plunged in shades of night,
Like angels sent from fields above,
Be thine to shed celestial light.

Verse 2

Go to the hungry--food impart;
To paths of peace the wand’rer guide,
And lead the thirsty, panting heart,
Where streams of living water glide.

Verse 3

Oh, faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reaper’s hand:
Go, gather in the glorious spoil,
And joyous in his presence stand.

Verse 4

Thy love a rich reward shall find
From him who sits enthroned on high:
For they who turn the erring mind
Shall shine like stars above the sky.

Verse 1

Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide,
The sun that lights its shining folds,
The cross on which the Savior died.

Verse 2

Fling out the banner! angels bend
In anxious silence o’er the sign,
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.

Verse 3

Fling out the banner! heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight;
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.

Verse 4

Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls,
That sink and perish in the strife,
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal, into life.

Verse 5

Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide
Our glory, only in the cross,
Our only hope, the Crucified.

Verse 6

Fling out the banner! wide and high,
Seaward and skyward let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours;
We conquer only in that sign.

Verse 1

Our country’s voice is pleading,
Ye men of God, arise!
His providence is leading,
The land before you lies;
Day gleams are o’er it brightening,
And promise clothes the soil;
Wide fields for harvest whitening,
Invite the reaper’s toil.

Verse 2

Go where the waves are breaking
On California’s shore,
Christ’s precious gospel taking,
More rich than golden ore;
On Allegheny’s mountains,
Through all the western vale,
Beside Missouri’s fountains,
Rehearse the wondrous tale.

Verse 3

The love of Christ unfolding,
Speed on from east to west,
Till all, his cross beholding,
In him are fully blest.
Great Author of salvation,
Haste, haste the glorious day,
When we, a ransomed nation,
Thy scepter shall obey.

Verse 1

Go preach the blest salvation
To every sinful race,
And bid each guilty nation
Accept the Savior’s grace;
But bear, oh, quickly bear it
Where thronging millions roam,
And bid them freely share it,
Who dwell with us at home.

Verse 2

Where blooms the broad savanna,
Where mighty waters roll,
There let the gospel banner
Beam hope on every soul;
Go where the west is teeming,
And yet behold they come!
The fields all ripe are gleaming
For those who reap at home!

Verse 3

Our children there are dwelling,
Neglected and astray,
Whose hearts are often swelling
To learn of Zion’s way.
Bear, bear to them the treasure
And bid the exiles come;
There is no sweeter pleasure,
Than preaching Christ at home.