Scripture Verse

Come over…and help us. Acts 16:9

Introduction

Words: Eli­za A. B. Mitch­ell, 1905. Ap­peared in Ca­rols of Hope (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­ci­e­ty, 1906), page 13.

Music: Khar­kiv Fred­er­ick S. Stan­ton, Sr. (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mit­chell or Stan­ton (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Lyrics

Oft they break the midnight stillness—
Voices floating o’er the sea,
Voices filled with tender pathos,
Asking help from you and me.
And I know my Christ, my Bible,
Is as truly theirs as mine;
And I know that I defraud them,
Not to share these gifts divine.

We, who never knew a sorrow
God’s dear smile could not illume,
Little dream how dense the darkness
Shrouding heathen souls in gloom.
And the Savior’s last commission
Was in loving thought of them;
How His tender sweet compassion
Doth our cold neglect condemn!

Christ, forgive the souls so faithless
To the trust Thou didst repose;
For this sin let not Heav’n’s portals
At the last against us close.
Bless, and by our gold and silver,
By our lips no longer dumb,
We will spread abroad Thy Gospel,
Till on earth Thy kingdom come.