Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire The watchmen of the Church’s youth, Who faced the foe’s envenomed ire, Who witnessed day and night Thy truth, Whose voices loud are ringing still And bringing hosts to know Thy will.
Lord, let our earnest prayers be heard, The prayer Thy Son hath bid us pray; For lo, Thy children’s hearts are stirred In every land in this our day To cry with fervent soul to Thee, Oh, help us, Lord! So let it be!
Oh, haste to help ere we are lost! Send preachers forth, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, Bold to attack the rule of wrong; Let them the earth for Thee reclaim, Thy heritage, to know Thy Name.
And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force And fill Thy churches far and wide. Oh, spread the conquest of Thy Word And let Thy kingdom come, dear Lord!