1 Go, preach the gospel in my name,
Said he of Bethlehem:
Teach of a crown more glorious
Than earthly diadem.
2 Teach ye as I have taught, in love;
Be hate unthought, unspoken;
Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let
The bruised reed be broken.
3 If any scorn you for the truth
Which ye shall publish free,
Think of the lonely midnight hour
In dark Gethsemane:
4 Think of my prayers on Olivet,
My musings by the sea;
And though the heavy chain may bind,
That truth shall make you free.