Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them;

Thou art Lord of winds and waves

They were bound, but Thou has freed them,

Now they go to free the slaves,

Be Thou with them,

Tis Thine arm alone that saves.

Friends, and home, and ail forsaking,

Lord, they go at Thy command;

As their stay Thy promise taking,

While they traverse sea and land:

O be with them!

Lead them safely by the hand.

Where no fruit appears to cheer them,

And they seem to toil in vain,

Then in mercy Lord, draw near them,

Then their sinking hopes sustain;

Thus supported,

Let their zeal revive again.

In the midst of opposition

Let them trust, O Lord, in Thee;

When success attends their mission,

Let Thy servants humbler be;

Never leave them,

Till Thy face in heav’n they see:

There to reap in joy for ever

Fruit that grows from seed Here sown,

There to be with him whom ever

Ceases to preserve His own,

And with gladness

Give the praise to Him alone.