Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers.@Matthew 9:38

Maria F. Anderson, 1848. Dr. George B. Ide, pastor of the First Baptist Church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, had seen Anderson’s poetry in the Christian Chronicle, and asked if she would write a home mission hymn for the Baptist Harp he was compiling. She agreed, and this hymn was first sung at a home mission meeting at Ide’s church.

Webb George J. Webb, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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George J. Webb (1803-1887)

Our country’s voice is pleading,
Ye men of God, arise!
His providence is leading,
The land before you lies;
Day-gleams o’er it are brightening,
And promise clothes the soil;
Wide fields, for harvest whitening,
Invite the reaper’s toil.

Go where the waves are breaking
On California’s shore,
Christ’s precious Gospel taking,
More rich than golden ore;
On Allegheny’s mountains,
Through all the western vale,
Beside Missouri’s fountains,
Rehearse the wondrous tale.

Where prairie flowers are blooming
Plant Sharon’s fairer rose;
The farthest wilds illuming,
With light that ever glows;
To each lone forest ranger,
The Word of Life unseal;
To every exile stranger,
Its saving truths reveal.

The love of Christ unfolding,
Speed on from east to west,
Till all, His cross beholding,
In Him are fully blest.
Great Author of salvation,
Haste, haste the glorious day,
When we, a ransomed nation,
Thy scepter shall obey!