1 Father, is not thy promise pledg'd
To thine exalted Son,
That thro' 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 world's remotest shores
"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,
A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our 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 exemption given?

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

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