Our Country’s Voice Is Pleading

Our coun­try’s voice is plead­ing

Ye men of God

arise!

His pro­vi­dence is lead­ing

The land be­fore you lies;

Day-gleams o’er it are bright­en­ing

And pro­mise clothes the soil;

Wide fields

for har­vest whit­en­ing

Invite the reap­er’s toil.

Go where the waves are break­ing

On Ca­li­for­nia’s shore

Christ’s pre­cious Gos­pel tak­ing

More rich than golden ore;

On Al­le­ghe­ny’s mount­ains

Through all the west­ern vale

Beside Mis­sou­ri’s foun­tains

Rehearse the won­drous tale.

Where prair­ie flow­ers are bloom­ing

Plant Sha­ron’s fair­er rose;

The far­thest wilds il­lum­ing

With light that ev­er glows;

To each lone for­est rang­er

The Word of Life un­seal;

To ev­ery ex­ile strang­er

Its sav­ing truths re­veal.

The love of Christ un­foldi­ng

Speed on from east to west

Till all

His cross be­hold­ing

In Him are ful­ly blest.

Great A­uthor of sal­va­tion

Haste

haste the glo­ri­ous day

When we

a ran­somed na­tion

Thy scep­ter shall ob­ey!