Go to all the world and preach the Gos­pel,
Was the last commandment of the Mas­ter;
And the answer comes from every nation:
We are dying, send the Gos­pel faster.

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Faster, faster, faster!
Hear their pleading cry;
Save them from disaster,
Help them ere they die;
Who will answer, Mas­ter, send me;
Here am I, send me.

As men swiftly fly on wings of mercy
When some tidings come of dire disaster;
So, before a thousand millions perish,
Let us haste to send the Gos­pel faster.

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Oh, how much we spend for earthly trifles,
And neglect the need that’s so much vaster;
Wake us, Mas­ter, from our guilty trifling;
Help us send the Gos­pel faster, faster.

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