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Lord, her watch Thy church is keeping;
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
Waiting still the laborers' toil;
Was it vain, Thy Son's deep anguish?
Shall the strong retain the spoil?

2
Tidings, sent for every creature,
Millions yet have never heard;
Can they hear without a preacher?
Lord Almighty, give the word;
Give the word; in every nation
Let the gospel trumpet sound,
Witnessing of Thy salvation
To the earth's remotest bound.

3
Then the end, Thy church completed,
All Thy chosen gathered in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banished sin;
Gone foreyer, parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;
Lo! her watch Thy church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus; come to reign.