Scripture Verse

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings. Isaiah 52:7

Introduction

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Thoro Harris (1874–1955)

Words: Ada J. Blenk­horn, in Sun­day School Voic­es, ed­it­ed by Charles H. Ga­bri­el (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Hope Pub­lish­ing, 1910), num­ber 122.

Music: Tho­ro Har­ris (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Ada J. Blenkhorn (1858–1927)

Lyrics

Across the ocean wide,
That sweeps the Ori­ent strand,
There hea­then night abides,
Tho’ beau­te­ous is the land;
And hu­man hearts are there,
And hu­man need is great:
To save them from des­pair,
Why will you long­er wait?

Refrain

Go, bear to them the news,
No long­er make ex­cuse;
The Lord’s com­mand ob­ey,
Go work, go work today.
Go, seek to save the lost,
Nor wait to count the cost;
The Mas­ter of the vine­yard
Will your toil re­pay.

In this, our land so fair,
By hea­then foot un­trod,
Where point the spires in air,
’Neath which we wor­ship God,
Are souls from Christ as­tray,
Are eyes with weep­ing dim;
Go, search for them to­day,
And lead them back to Him.

Refrain

There is so much to do,
Abroad, and here at home;
The Lord hath need of you
To help His king­dom come;
To work, to give, to pray,
To la­bor, not in vain,
To bring that glo­ri­ous day,
When He shall come again.

Refrain