1 Savior, 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 it to 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.