A CHINESE GIRL | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 30, 1904

A CHINESE GIRL.

Only a little baby girl, Dead by the riverside; Only a little Chinese child, Drowned in the floating tide.

If she had only been a boy, They would have heard her cry; But she was just a baby girl, And she was left to die.

So they have left her little form Floating upon the wave; She was too young to have a soul, Why should she have a grave?

Yes, and there's many another lamb Perishing every day, Thrown by the road or the riverside, Flung to the beasts of prey.

Think, as you lie on your little cot, Smoothed by a mother's hand; Think of the little baby girls Over in China's land.

Ask if there is not something more Even a child may do, And if, perhaps, in China's land Jesus has need of you?

Only a little baby girl, Dead by the riverside; Only a little Chinese child, Drowned in the floating tide.

But it has brought a vision vast, Dark as a nation's woe; O, has it left some willing heart, Answering, “I will go!”

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