Thee as Man, for sinners slain.
Saviour, 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 the word, and of the preacher
Speed the foot, and touch the tongue,
Till on earth by every creature,
Glory to the Lamb be sung.
Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1851.