FLORA (3) by Mrs. W. M. Gray

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Dec 7, 1905

FLORA (3)

By Mrs. W. M. Gray

I'd tell them of God, who made all men free, To him alone we bend the knee.

FLORA (3)

If seed to sow were given to me, I'd cross at once the deep, deep sea; I'd spend my life in faithful toil On India's dark and bloody soil, Where little girls of seven are sold, to be The slaves of men, without a plea.

HORACE (4)

If I were left to choose and plan, I'd sow my seed in old Japan; The work that was there begun By Neesima, Japan's own son, I'd like to see at last complete, A trophy cast at Jesus' feet.

MINNIE (5)

The field I love, of all the best, Is where the Judsons found their rest; And if the Lord to me would give Some seed to sow, and let it live, In Burma I would find delight, Toiling from morning until night.

HARRY (6)

On islands in the Southern Sea I'd sow my seed, to set men free; No longer then would man eat man, But live according to God's plan, In peace, and happiness, and love, And dwell at last with him above.

SOPHIA (7)

I'd store my heart and hands with seed, And go where there was greatest need; And if I could not quite decide, I'd ask God to be my guide, And choose for me the very field In which to sow for future yield.

ALL TOGETHER

Yes, missionaries true we stand, Ready to go at Christ's command. 'Tis thus we'll honor him who gave His only Son, our souls to save.

TEACHER

May the Lord bless you, my little missionaries. Before separating, let us unite in singing one stanza of that beautiful hymn,— "Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high,— Can we, to men benighted, The lamp of life deny? Salvation, O, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till earth's remotest nation Has heard Messiah's name."

—Mrs. W. M. Gray.