Lord, her watch thy Church is keeping

Lord, her watch thy Church is keeping:
when shall earth thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
waiting still the laborers' toil;
was it vain, thy Son's deep anguish?
shall the strong retain the spoil?

Tidings, sent to every creature,
millions yet have never heard:
can they hear without a preacher?
Lord almighty, give the word!
Give the word! in every nation
let the Gospel trumpet sound,
witnessing a world's salvation,
to the earth's remotest bound.

Then the end: thy Church completed,
all thy chosen gathered in,
with their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banished sin;
gone for ever parting, weeping,
hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;
Lo! her watch thy Church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign!

Words: Henry Downton, 1867

Music: Everton

Meter: 87 87 D

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.