O Workers Haste Thy Mission High Fulfill

O workers, haste, thy mission high fulfilling,
To tell to all the world a truth sublime;
Life evermore both here and over yonder,
This is for ev’ry nation, people, clime.

Publish glad tidings, tidings of love;
Death has been vanquished
And all shall live above.

Behold how many millions still are mourning,
Bound in the darksome prison house of creed;
With none to tell them of the spirit message,
Go forth and tell! Till ev’ry soul is freed. [Refrain]

Give of thy kin to bear the message glorious,
Invest thy gold to speed them on their way.
Pour out thy soul in honest, earnest effort,
And all thou spendest angels will repay. [Refrain]