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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 23, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 4.

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Our Mission

By O. P. WILSON

O. P. WILSON
Out on the air comes a call full of beauty, Over the sea from nations afar: “Come over and help us, we feel it your duty; There’s a welcome for all, our door is ajar. There’s a beacon of hope in our ways dreary lighted Awaiting the time of your coming so true, When with the dear Saviour our lives are united,— O land of the free, we cry unto you!”
We with our faces turned high to the eastward, Filled with the hope we have in his truth, On to our labor with songs of thanksgiving, Go, in the pride and joy of our youth. Though legions of sins and sorrows assail us, Trying our way and efforts to bar, Still, full of love, will his Spirit eternal Beckon us on like a piloting star.
Then down the dim years, wherever he leads us, Though rocky the way over mountains, between, We’ll go where he biddeth, and tell unto others Of treasures so golden and pastures of green. Shout for the victor, and joy o’er the vanquished, Praise for our Captain, our Leader, our Friend; Arouse now, ye soldiers, and tell of the kingdom, For lo, he is with you e’en down to the end.