WHO WILL GO? by Fanny J. Crosby

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 4, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 43.

WHO WILL GO?

By Fanny J. Crosby

BY FANNY J. CROSBY.

O'ER the restless, rolling ocean, Where the prince of darkness reigns, Holding fast his countless victims Crushed beneath his cruel chains, Oh! the wail of bitter anguish, Oh! the deep, despairing cry, "Send us light or we must perish, Send it quickly or we die."

To these wretched, starving millions Who the bread of life will bear? At a throne of grace and mercy Who will plead with them in prayer? Who will undertake the journey O'er the stormy billows' foam, Leaving all without a murmur, Parents, friends, and native home?

Firmly, bravely, comes the answer From a loyal mission band That our blessed Lord is keeping In the hollow of his hand; Firmly, bravely, comes the answer; Even now I hear them say, "Gracious Master, thou hast called us, And thy message we obey."

Brother, sister, you are going Where you oft may sow in tears, And the fruit of earnest labor Be withheld perhaps for years. Though you toil amid their changes, Burning sun and chilling frost, Not a seed will be forgotten, Not a single blade be lost.

God be with you on the billow, God protect you o'er the main; In his tender loving-kindness, Bring you back to us again. But if otherwise determined, And on earth we meet no more, May we all sing hallelujah On the bright, eternal shore.

—Selected.