Spread Abroad, O Mighty Word

Spread abroad, O mighty Word,
telling of a gracious Lord
whose all-pow'rful gospel call
fills his heav'nly banquet hall.

Tell how God the Father's will
made the world, upholds it still,
how his only Son he gave
all from sin and death to save.

Tell of our Redeemer's love,
who forever does remove
by his holy sacrifice
all the guilt that on us lies.

Tell of God the Spirit giv'n
now to guide us on to heav'n,
strong and holy, just and true,
working both to will and do.

Spread abroad! Ripe fields of grain
all throughout the world remain,
but the reapers still are few;
great the work they have to do.

Lord of harvest, great and kind,
rouse to action heart and mine;
let the gath'ring nations all
see your light and heed your call.