| Song | Saviour, Sprinkle Many Nations |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Saviour, Sprinkle Many Nations |
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Saviour, 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 To All The Nations Told!
Let Them See Thee In Thy Glory,
And Thy Mercy Manifold.
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.
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.
