Scripture Verse

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Matthew 28:19


Words: Ches­ter V. Ad­gate (1796–1833).

Music: Ari­zo­na Ro­bert H. Earn­shaw, in The Book of Praise (To­ron­to, On­tar­io: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1918) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Ad­gate or Earn­shaw (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Oft has my youthful mind been led
Some foreign region for to tread,
The vast expanse I would explore,
From western isles to Ganges’ shore.

I’d see the once most Chris­tian ground,
Where first the Gos­pel’s trump did sound,
I’d see the now demolished mass,
The scant remains of polished Greece.

The place where thousands once did dwell,
Has now become the hermit’s cell:
A shepherd here and there resides,
With serpents, moles, and feathered tribes.

I then would see the Egyptian plains,
Once occupied by frugal swains.
I there would pause and view awhile,
The flowing of the river Nile.

From thence I’d see old Jordan’s flood,
Where Israel knew their Sav­ior God;
Where John baptized a numerous host,
And circumcision’s seal was lost.

To Gethsem’ne’s garden I then would go,
Where blood and tears for me did flow;
That consecrated place I’d see,
Where Je­sus kneeled and prayed for me.

Then Calvary’s skully mount I’d see,
Where Sav­ior Je­sus died for me;
I’d view the place where once He stood,
And drop a tear where He dropped blood.