The Need of the World by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Oct 30, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 44.

The Need of the World.

By Max Hill

THE nations are calling for light to-day In pitiful accents of wo, In darkness of error they drift away, Borne downward with unceasing flow. O list to the voice of their awful need That echoes again and again, "Come over and help us," they ever plead; The call of the world is for men.

The nations of earth are but writhing slaves Enthralled in the shackles of sin; By millions they sink into hopeless graves With none from their error to win. Soul-hungry they languish in sin's dark pall, And turn to their idols again; Yet ever for light and for truth they call,— The need of the world is for men.

O who will respond to the ringing call From mountain and plain and from sea, And, giving up loved ones and home and all, Will answer, "Here, Master, send me"? The burden, thy burden, take up to-day With purse and with voice and with pen; The news of salvation to bear away,— The hope of the world is in men.

O Christians, awake to the call to-day, Awake and the message proclaim. Go forth to the battle, shrink not the fray, Go forth in the Conqueror's name. Behold how His banner leads on before! Why stand ye in idleness then? Go forth with the message from shore to shore! The Lord is thy Leader; be men! Max Hill.