p. 8 | Is It Nothing to You?

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 7, 1910

Is It Nothing to You?

Is it nothing to you, O ye Christians! That Africa walks in night? That Christians at home deny them The blessed gospel light? The cry goes up this morning From a heart-broken race of slaves, And seven hundred every hour Sink into Christless graves!

Is it nothing to you, O ye Christians! That in India's far-away land There are thousands of people pleading For the touch of a Saviour's hand? They are groping and trying to find him, And although he is ready to save, Eight hundred precious souls each hour Sink into a Christless grave!

Is it nothing to you, O ye Christians! That millions of beings to-day In the heathen darkness of China Are rapidly passing away? They have never heard the story Of the loving Lord who saves, And fourteen hundred every hour Are sinking to Christless graves!

Is it nothing to you, O ye Christians! Will ye pass by and say It is nothing—we can not aid them? You can give, or go, or pray; You can save your souls from blood-guiltiness, For in lands you have never trod The heathen are dying every day, And dying without God.

Is it nothing to you, O ye Christians? Dare ye say ye have naught to do? All over the world they wait for the light, And is this nothing to you? —Selected.