Hymn LXV. Common Metre. The Success of the Gospel

Father, is not thy promise sure To thy exalted Son? That through the nations of the earth Thy word of life shall run!

"Ask and receive the heathen lands, For thine inheritance, And to the world's remotest ends Thy empire shall advance."

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

Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues, Beneath the arch of heaven, To the dominion of thy son, Without exception given?

From east to west, from north to south Then be his name ador'd, Let earth with all its millions shout Hosanna to the Lord.