Mary Ann Thomson
O 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!
Proclaim to every kindred, 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 man might live above.
Give of thy sons to spread the message glorious;
Give of they wealth to speed them on their way.
Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious,
And hast the coming of the glorious day.
He comes again! O Zion, e’re 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.