The Student Missionary Volunteer by Earl N. Bergerstock

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 25, 1909

The Student Missionary Volunteer

By Earl N. Bergerstock

EARL N. BERGERSTOCK

HARK! I hear their voices calling, Coming far upon the wind, Bidding me to leave the home land, Other scenes and faces find; Strong the spell is cast upon me, Sways my spirit to and fro, For the voice of the unknown calls me; It calls, and I must go.

Dearest hopes and fondest mem’ries, Each would hold me to my home, And life’s cares would be the sweetest, Did I never need to roam; But the home land does not need me, And the message seems to grow, As the voice of the unknown calls me; It calls, and I must go.

To the land beyond the ocean, E’en to Afric’s farthest shore, Where the millions sit in darkness— Shall I take them light—and more? Sit I idle? List the message: Go to all the world; and lo! The voice of the dying calls me; It calls, and I must go.

Dying for the love of Jesus, Blessed name so dear to me! More like thee, O Father, make me; Lift me upward unto thee. Give me grace, and give me power; Ah, thou wilt not say me no! ’Tis the voice of God that calls me; It calls, and I must go.

“Here am I; send me,” O Saviour! I will go where thou dost lead, To the millions, weeping, praying, Where there is the greatest need; To thy voice my spirit answers: “I have chosen, Lord.” I know ’Tis thy voice, O God, that calls me, And I answer: “I must go.”

Williamsport, Pa.