MISSIONS 498 Rise, Thou Light of Gentile Nations Is. 60: 1 8. 7. 8. 7. D. Gehe auf, du Trost der Heiden Hermann Fick, †1885 O du Liebe “Musikalischer Christenschatz,” 1745 Basel, 1745 dare us Thy and nev from glo Morn sus, love saved to bright ful not gers light, Star; plight, er this rious ing cease Thee mer blind Light ing Thou, the Thou and ci ness of If 2 See 1 Rise, 3 4 Know deem va hea na Grate Hadst Stran Je tion, er, then, tions, Thy ful of Gen sal Re the tile heav’n in in near ly sin’s the and aim loud help cious less, d’ring out Thy less, less ly Lord, peace. night. night. far, Let Stray In To Thy ness less the claim we ten dark till glad hope Word, pro like ing Thy Hope Wan Ring Gra cies, guish Thee, dings, der should they some mer lan find ti re ty ness fort earth’s beau dark com mot of cov to To In Lo, Peace the the gross and est Thy ers the bound grace; all, slave, forth ly pit free we ing their ing Thou, the i dom Sound Lov See Bring ti seek di cap dings us tion; tives, Gos Lord, ful to pel didst con the ed, Thy the save. pall. race. found. A give bless pels claim for Thy men. ness to ful sen be And pow’r dread cho can sin joy ray hea dis has free hope free ner we of then, That the Now That with no the Nor May We, doned Thee, es age, pro And ly re from been par serve fresh bond 5 May our zeal to help the heathen Be increased from day to day As we plead in true compassion And for their conversion pray. For the many faithful heralds, For the Gospel they proclaim, Let us all be cheerful givers To the glory of Thy name. 6 Savior, shine in all Thy glory On the nations near and far; From the highways and the byways Call them, O Thou Morning Star. Guide them whom Thy grace hath chosen Out of Satan’s dreadful thrall To the mansions of Thy Father— There is room for sinners all.