1 Father, is not thy promise pledg'd
To thine exalted Son,
That through the nations of the earth,
Thy word of life shall run?

2 "Ask, and I give the heathen lands
"For thine inheritance,
"And to the earth's remotest bounds
"Thine empire shall advance."

3 Hast thou not said the blinded Jews
Shall their Redeemer own;
While Gentiles to his standard crowd,
And bow before his throne?

4 [when shall th' untutor'd Indian tribes,
That dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at your Immanuel's feet,
And learn and feel his grace?

5 Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues
Under th' expanse of heav'n,
To the dominion of thy Son
Without exception giv'n?

6 From east to west, from north to south,
Then be his name ador'd!
Europe with all thy millions, shout
Hosanna's to the Lord.

7 Asia and Africa resound,
From shore to shore his fame;
And thou America in songs,
Redeeming love proclaim.