O, WHERE are the souls who are born of God,
Who will walk life's path where the Saviour trod,
Who will teach the Gospel at any cost,
In the broadening way of the blind and lost?
They need not travel to India's shores;
They can find them close to their very doors.
Go tell those who suffer with pain and cold,
There is health and shelter in Jesus' fold.
Hide thou not thyself from thy flesh and blood,
But find those who suffer from fire and flood.
Go search out the cause thou knowest not
Of the widow and orphan long forgot.
Go find those who feed the drinker's blight,
And lead them to Jesus, the world's true Light;
Bid mothers and children to hope again,
And to trust in the Lamb for sinners slain.
Tell mourners of Him
who from heaven
came
To relieve the sad, the
sick, and the lame;
How He suffered "the
curse" for those in
sin,
To redeem from death,
and their love to
win.
Yes, tell vilest sinners,
who Christ despise,
That they are precious
in Jesus' eyes,
And the glittering gates
of pearl swing wide
To all who through
Truth will be sancti-
fied.
