Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
salvation through Emmanuel’s name!
to distant climes the tidings bear,
and plant the Rose of Sharon there.
He’ll shield you with a wall of fire,
with flaming seal your hearts inspire,
bid raging winds their fury cease,
and hush the tempests into peace.
And when our labors all are o’er,
then we shall meet to part no more;
meet with the blood-bought throng to fall
and crown our Jesus Lord of all.