Great God, the nations of the earth, Are by creation Thine; And in Thy works, by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine. But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent Thy Gospel to mankind, Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasured in Thy mind. When, Lord, shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Till every tribe and every soul Shall hear the joyful sound? Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the Gospel???s rays, And build on sin???s demolished throne The temples of Thy praise.