By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 7s. Isaiah lii. 15.
      1 SAVIOUR, sprinkle many nations,
      Fruitful let thy sorrows be;
      By thy pains and consolations
      Draw the Gentiles unto thee:
      Of thy cross the wondrous story,
      Be to all the nations told!
      Let them see thee in thy glory,
      And thy mercy manifold.

      2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
      Pants for thee each mortal breast;
      Human tears for thee are flowing,
      Human hearts in thee would rest;
      Thirsting, as for dews of even,
      As the new-mown grass for rain,
      Thee they seek, as God of heaven,
      Thee, as man for sinners slain.

      3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting,
      Stretched the hand, and strained the sight,
      For thy Spirit, new creating,
      Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light;
      Give the word, and of the preacher
      Speed the foot, and touch the tongue,
      Till on earth by every creature
      Glory to the Lamb be sung.