There's a land since long neglected,
There's a people still rejected,
But of truth and grace elected,
In His love for them.
Softer than their night wind's fleeting,
Richer than their starry tenting,
Stronger than their sands protecting,
Is His love for them.
To the host of Islam's leading,
To the slave in bondage bleeding,
To the desert dweller pleading,
Bring His love to them.
Through the promise on God's pages,
Through His work in history's stages,
Through the cross that crowns the ages,
Show His love to them.
With the prayer that still availeth
With the power that prevaileth,
With the love that never faileth,
Tell His love to them.
Till the desert's sons now aliens,
Till its tribes and their dominions,
Till Arabia's raptured millions,
Praise His love of them.
—J.G.L.