THE LOUD CALL FROM FAR-AWAY LANDS.
By F. J. Stevens
How loud is the calling from far-away lands
For the message of Jesus, the Word,
To whom in their needs do they spread forth their hands
For the news which they never have heard! To you it is given to carry afar
This sweet Gospel, the message of life,
To point to the light of the bright Morning Star
As the healer of passion and strife. Their voices are ringing from over the sea,
Where oppression and cruelty reign,
Where pity is blinded and love has no plea,
And the weak by the stronger are slain.
“O, haste with the peace-giving Gospel,” they cry,
“To deliver from conflict and hate!”
And earnestly looking to us for reply
In their darkness despairing they wait. From Africa’s millions, from China’s dense throngs,
From the isles of the sea, comes the wail,
From those with a gospel distorted, the wrongs
Are entreating to lift off the veil.
Delay not to share what your Lord has supplied,
Which so freely is given to you,
And carry or send till his light, spreading wide,
Has dispelled thought and doctrine untrue.