Behold, The Heathen Waits To Know

Behold, the heathen waits to know

The joy the Gospel will bestow;

The exiled captive, to receive

The freedom Jesus has to give.

Come, let us, with a grateful heart,

In this blest labor share a part;

Our prayers and offerings gladly bring

To aid the triumphs of our King.

Our hearts exult in songs of praise

That we have seen these latter days

When our Redeemer shall be known

Where Satan long hath held his throne.

Where'er His hand hath spread the skies

Sweet incense to His Name shall rise;

And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,

By sovereign grace be formed anew.