Missionary Prayer Hymn

Our Fa­ther in Heav’n

On Thee we do call;

Thy Son Thou hast giv­en

A Sav­ior for all;

But thou­sands are dying

Who know not the Lord

For them we are pray­ing

O send them Thy Word.

The call is great

but in Thy strength

We hasten forth

most gra­cious Lord

For thou­sands die each day and hour

Who know not Thee

O send Thy Word.

For In­dia we pray

Where mill­ions are taught

To fol­low the way

Which ev­il hath wrought;

We

knowing the Sav­ior

Whose Word is at hand

O God

may we la­bor

To har­vest their land.

For China we pray

O hasten the time

When bright as the day

The Gos­pel will shine;

When parents and children

On Je­sus shall call

When all that is hindering

Before Him shall fall.

May Af­ri­ca’s name

No long­er be dark

Wide spread by the flame

From mar­tyr­dom’s spark;

May Christ­ians en­dea­vor

To fur­nish the light

Both now and for­ev­er

Establish Thy sight.

From east un­to west

From north un­to south

May na­tions Thee bless

With heart and with mouth;

Then

Je­sus re­turn­ing

To call home His own

Brands plucked from the burn­ing

Shall cir­cle His throne.