1 Lord, a Saviour's love displaying,
Show the heathen lands Thy way;
Thousands still like sheep are straying
In the dark and cloudy day.

2 Shades of death are gathering o'er them,
Lord, they perish from Thy sight!
Let Thine angel go before them;
Bring the Gentiles to Thy light.

3 Fetch them home from every nation,
From the islands of the sea;
By the word of Thy salvation
Call the wanderers back to Thee.

4 Thou their pasture hast provided,
Grant the blessing long foretold;
Let Thy sheep, divinely guided,
Find at last the one true fold.

Amen.