Savior, sprinkle many nations

Savior, sprinkle many nations;

Fruitful let Thy sorrows be;

By Thy pains and consolations

Draw the Gentiles unto Thee.

Of Thy cross the wondrous story,

Be it to the nations told;

Let them see Thee in Thy glory

And Thy mercy manifold.

Far and wide, tho' all unknowing,

Pants for Thee each mortal breast;

Human tears for Thee are flowing,

Human hearts in Thee would rest.

Thirsting as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain,

Thee they seek as God of heaven,

Thee as man for sinners slain.

Savior, lo, the isles are waiting!

Stretched the hand and strained the sight

For Thy Spirit, new creating,

Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light.

Give Thy word to ev'ry preacher,

Speed his foot and touch his tongue,

Till on earth by ev'ry creature

Glory to the Lamb be sung!

Amen.