Go Ye Therefore

Verse 1

Go, ye messengers of God; Like the beams of morning, fly; Take the wonder-working rod; Wave the banner-cross on high.

Verse 2

Where the lofty minaret Gleams along the morning skies, Wave it till the crescent set, And the “Star of Jacob” rise.

Verse 3

Go to many a tropic isle In the bosom of the deep, Where the skies forever smile, And th’oppressed forever weep.

Verse 4

O’er the pagan’s night of care Pour the living light of heav’n; Chase away his dark despair, Bid him hope to be forgiv’n.