O Master of the waking world,
Who hast the nations in Thy heart,
The heart that bled and broke to send
God's love to earth's remotest part
Show us anew in Calvary
The wondrous power that makes men free.
We hear the throb of surging life,
The clank of chains, the curse of greed,
The moan of pain, the futile cries
Of superstition's cruel creed;
The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord;
The world is waiting for Thy Word.
Thy witness in the souls of men,
Thy Spirit's ceaseless, brooding power;
In lands where shadows hide the light,
Await a new creative hour:
O mighty God, set us aflame
To show the glory of Thy name.
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