A MISSIONARY HYMN by Ernest G. Wellesley-Wesley

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 4, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 36.

A MISSIONARY HYMN.

By Ernest G. Wellesley-Wesley

(Tune, “Wesley.”)

MANY the hearts who of error are weary, Longing for Him who is waiting to save; Many the lost ones in wilderness dreary, Many who, Christless, now haste to the grave.

Bear to the lands that in bondage are lying, Tidings of Jesus, the Saviour of all; Speed with the Gospel, on love’s pinions flying, Haste, O ye reapers, the Master doth call.

Go to all nations: no longer delaying, Go, with His message of love and of light; Go, for the systems of error, decaying, Herald the passing of heathendom’s night.

Go in the name of the Saviour confiding, Who for the sinner once suffered and died; Death can not harm who in Jesus abiding, Refuge their souls in the cleft of His side.

Harvest draws near. Hath the Master not told us? Haste, O ye reapers, the fields are now white. Fear not. His love and His power enfold us; Strong is the Christian in Jesus’ own might.

—Ernest G. Wellesley-Wesley.