p. 11 | The Call of the Hour by Eliza H. Morton

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Aug 17, 1911

The Call of the Hour

By Eliza H. Morton

ELIZA H. MORTON

O YE who dwell in Christian lands, Hear ye the call, I pray,— The call of teeming millions far, The call for help to-day. In heathen darkness are the souls Across the waters wide. The call comes not from their own lips, Though for them Jesus died;

But he it is who sends the call, Through his own chosen ones, Those who obey his Word and live— His daughters and his sons. Send teachers to the Orient now, To teach in every place; Lift up the banner of the cross Before the yellow race.

’Tis men we need of purpose strong, And women true as steel, Those who will go and sacrifice, With tender hearts, and feel A heavy burden for the souls Of those who know not God, But who are longing for the peace We find in Christ, our Lord.

Yea, send your money and your prayers To educate, uplift, And through the clouds you soon will see A tiny, shining rift Which will enlarge and prove to be A flood of glory bright, Reflecting like the silvery moon The heaven-born rays of light.

O brethren, sisters, hear the call, Arise, united stand, The gospel of the kingdom send To every far-off land; And bide the day—O happy day!— When to the world is given The knowledge that God's will is done On earth as 'tis in heaven.

Portland, Maine.