A Mission Hymn

Thou who didst bid Thy fol­low­ers here

Proclaim a Sav­ior’s love abroad

With ho­ly zeal our souls in­spire

That all our aim and our de­sire

May be to glo­ri­fy our God!

Spirit di­vine! bap­tize anew

These fee­ble hearts with heav’n­ly flame;

Breathe on those bones that they may live

These dumb lips ope and bold­ness give

To pub­lish forth a Sav­ior’s name.

The har­vest

Mas­ter

is so great

The la­bor­ers are sad­ly few

But Thou dost bid us on­ward press

And well we know Thou’lt own and bless

The lit­tle that we strive to do.

Full ma­ny

Lord

in dist­ant lands

Are strang­ers to Thy love and grace;

They have not heard the Gos­pel call

Of full sal­va­tion

free to all

Of ev­ery kin­dred

ev­ery race.

And must they per­ish—pre­cious souls

In ig­no­rance and sin and strife?

Still they for whom the Sav­ior died

In dark­ness pine

un­sa­tis­fied

While we en­joy the Bread of Life?

O bless­èd pri­vi­lege

to speed

The Gos­pel cha­ri­ot on its way!

O high­est pri­vi­lege to sing

The prais­es of our Lord and king

And tell His won­ders day by day.

Rouse

Christ­ian sol­diers

raise aloft

The stan­dard of the Liv­ing Word

Ye must up­hold the true and right

The wrong ye must re­sist and fight

And bat­tle for a ris­en Lord.

Ye may not tell in hea­then lands

The mes­sage of re­deem­ing love

But ye may pray

Thy king­dom come

And help to win some wan­der­er home

Into the Shep­herd’s fold ab­ove.