Verse 1
Lord, into thy harvest send
The men foreknown by Thee,
Men who may thy word commend
In true simplicity,
All thy written counsel tell,
As taught by wisdom from above,
Fill’d with Apostolic zeal,
With meek and lowly love.
Verse 2
Then thy watred church below
Shall flourish and increase,
More and more in numbers grow,
In faith and holiness;
Millions added to thy fold
Shall do whate’er thy laws require,
Live in Thee, like those of old,
Like those in Thee expire.