1 Father, is not thy promise pledg'd
To thine exalted Son,
That thro' the nations of the earth,
Thy word of life shall run?

2 "Ask, and I give the heathen lands
For thine inheritance,
And to the world's remotest shores
Thine empire shall advance."

3 Hast thou not said the blinded Jews
Shall their Redeemer own;
While Gentiles to his standard croud,
And bow before his throne?

4 When shall th' untutor'd Indian tribes,
A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's Feet,
And learn and feel his grace.

4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues,
Under th' expanse of heaven,
To the dominion of thy Son,
Without exception given?

5 From east to west, from north to south,
Then be his name ador'd!
Europe, with all thy millions, shout
Hosannahs to thy Lord!

6 Asia and Africa, resound
From shore to shore his fame;
And thou, America, in songs,
Redeeming love proclaim!