A Call to Service by Mrs. C. H. Barr

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 9, 1913

A Call to Service

By Mrs. C. H. Barr

MRS. C. H. BARR

THERE'S a stir among the nations, There's a maddening sound of strife; There's an awful undercurrent That is bursting into life.

There's a fearful din of battle, Sounding from across the sea; Can it be that Armageddon Lurks in this calamity?

True the time is ripe for struggle; Clouds are rising fierce and black; Can it be the winds of heaven Can no longer be held back?

Let us, then, arouse to action, Every soldier for the right; Let us gird the armor tighter, And be ready for the fight.

There's a world-wide call to service; God is calling you and me, Saying, Hasten to the harvest, Lest the sheaves ungathered be.

Some must go to far-off China, And the blessed news proclaim Of a soon-returning Saviour And salvation through his name.

We're so glad that some are going In response to Heaven's call. O that more would heed the summons, For there's work enough for all!

There's no time to faint or falter, For the day is nearly done, And the harvest will be ended At the setting of the sun.

Let no light go out in darkness, Let no banner trail the dust, Let no weapon God has given Lie in idleness to rust;

For the time is short for gleaning, Not a moment must be lost; If the hours are spent in idling, 'Twill be done at fearful cost.

Hasten, then, before the battle Grows so fierce we can not find Where the precious grain is lying, And some sheaves are left behind.

Riverside, Cal.