O! tell of Him and spare not;
Though devils smite your lips,
And all the light seems circled
In the hate of hell’s eclipse.
O! tell of Him to thousands;
Some yearning heart like mine
Shall hear and come to Jesus,
And prove He is divine.
Yes, tell of Jesus seeking
The lost in sin’s highway,
Their load on Calvary bearing,
And letting justice slay.
Then tell of Jesus risen,
The same in glory’s height,
More souls from heaven seeking
And flooding earth with light.
Tell, and the parched hearts drinking
The life-draft as they die,
Shall rise and sing their praises
In realms beyond the sky.
Until the “shout” long promised
Shall call us hence away,
And we with all redeemed ones
Shall praise through endless day.