O Christians, haste, your 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.

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Publish glad tidings,
Tidings of peace;
Tidings of Jesus,
Redemption and release.

Behold how many thousands still are lying,
Bound in the darksome prison house of sin,
With none to tell them of the Savior's dying,
Or of the life He died for them to win.

Proclaim to every people, tongue and nation
That God in whom they live and move is love;
Tell how He stopped to save His lost creation,
And died on earth that man might live above.

Give of your sons to bear the message glorious;
Give of you wealth to speed them on their way;
Pour out your soul for them in prayer victorious;
And all your spending Jesus will repay.