The Fields Beyond by Rev. A. C. Wuchter

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 3, 1910

The Fields Beyond

By Rev. A. C. Wuchter

How many still in darkness lie, Who know thee not, O Lord, Who have not heard the blessed sound Of thy sweet gospel word! Who bow before some idol shrine To offer incense vain; Who know thee not, the Lamb of God, For wretched sinners slain.

Where rolls the Ganges’ mighty flood, They vainly stoop and pray, And teeming millions call for help From Nippon and Cathay. From distant isles that lie serene Upon the surging sea, They lift their fainting hands in death And seek, O Lord, for thee.

From Afric forests dark and damp, Deep-stained with sin and crime, The soul’s deep yearning cry is heard, With those from every clime. They pray and plead for light divine To guide them on the way; O, that that blessed time may be! Speed thou, O Lord, the day.

Yea, thou hast taught us how to pray, “Thy kingdom come, O Lord;” That we must teach their dying souls To feast upon thy word, How we should give for thy sweet sake The silver and the gold, That those who still in darkness dwell May come into thy fold.

—Rev. A. C. Wuchter, in the Lutheran Witness.