Missionary Exercise for Four Children
By Isabel Fritz
(Each child presents a gilt letter of GIVE, at close of stanza, holding the cards up as they repeat the last together.) “From Greenland’s icy mountains”—
So runs the hymn of old;
Beside those mammoth icebergs
Dwell hearts perhaps as cold;
But, warmed by Christian sunlight,
Illuming the land,
Bleak earth becomes an Eden,
And so for G I stand. You know how run the verses;
“From India’s coral strand”
Comes forth the call for workers—17A larger, stronger band;
Buddhist and erring Brahman
The Saviour’s call must heed,
And taste God’s peace eternal;
And therefore I must plead. From far-off Venezuela,
To popish bonds a slave;
From Van and Voroneje,
Which Eastern waters lave,
The same loud voice is calling
Which sounded years agone:
“Come over here and help us!”—
The cry of Macedon. From Ethiopia’s borders
And wastes of burning sands,
Which cruel, dark-skinned Arabs
Infest with hostile bands,
By day and night unceasing
There comes the pleading cry:
“Bring us the truth you cherish!
O bring it ere we die!” Give of your prayers and blessings,
Give of your store, though small;
Give your time and service;
Give self—best gift of all.
—Isabel Fritz.