Go, messenger of peace and love,
To people plunged in shades of night;
Like angels sent from fields above,
Be thine to shine celestial light.
On barren rock and desert isle,
Go bid the Rose of Sharon bloom,
Till arid wastes around thee smile,
And bear to heaven a sweet perfume.
Oh, faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reaper’s hand!
Go, gather in the glorious spoil,
And joyous in His presence stand.