The Call Coming Over the Sea by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 2, 1910

The Call Coming Over the Sea

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

There's a call coming over the sea, friend,— A bugle to warfare for God; It calls thee to marshal thy forces And capture dear souls for thy Lord.

The heathen are groping so blindly Midst the awful distress of their night; Their arms are outstretched in beseeching To deliver them out of their plight.

Perchance though thy soul has been longing Thou might'st hasten to lands o'er the sea; To forward supplies to thy comrades Is thy Captain's commission to thee.

Neglect not, whate'er be thy duty, Lest the blood of their souls mark thy doom; For the call coming over the sea, friend, Is from brothers in anguish and gloom.

When victory comes, and the triumph, Wilt thou count self-denial a loss? Will the rapture of heaven be blighted By the care thou hast borne, and the cross?

All heaven was spent for thy saving; Then canst thou refuse to obey? Bestir thee, accomplish thy mission For God and thy brothers, I pray.

Portland, Ore.