Arabia
F.F. Floris Ferwerda
A-ra-bi-a! A-ra-bi-a! For thee our pray’rs as-cend,
That soon the ful-ness of God’s love, And light on thee de-scend.
From O-man’s cliffs to Ye-man’s strand, Thy truth from sea to sea.
Make known to ev-’ry A-rab band, O Lord! and make them free.
Go! her-alds of the gos-pel, go! Urged by your Mas-ter’s love,
Let ev-’ry A-rab cap-tive know; He lives—the God of love.
His truth proclaim, His man-dates name, Sal-va-tion’s offering bring;
Till ev-’ry soul shall learn His fame, And crown the Saviour-King.
Go! her-alds of your Sa-viour, send The mes-sage far and near,
Till ev-’ry Moslem heart shall bend In ho-ly, reverend fear.
Speed! mes-sen-gers of peace, speed on! God’s promised truth make known;
Chil-dren of Ishmael, Ha-gar’s son, Go! claim them as God’s own.
A-ra-bi-a! A-ra-bi-a! Up-on thy dark-est night,
The Sun of Righteousness as-cends; He comes to give thee light.
Be-fore Him shall the cres-cent wane. Him ev-’ry king shall bless;
The wild-er-ness shall praise His name, The isles His love con-fess.