Book Summaries

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company
O valiant-hearted soldiers,
Of all our faithful band,
God calls no greater labors,
Alike on sea and land.

In vain he shall not summon;
Ready to die or live,
“Send me,” we answer gladly;
“Our all we freely give.”
CHORUS.
Then out, away, and onward
To darkest heathen lands
To take the world for Jesus;
Press on, ye valiant bands.
God-called and Spirit-burdened
For service everywhere,
In dark and distant countries,
In line for service there.

E’en life most freely given
To rescue men from death,
And crying, “Jesus only,”
Till life’s supremest breath.

No time for lamentation
Nor for the funeral tread;
Let those who dwell in darkness,
Dead souls, watch o’er their dead.

The Master calls thee; hasten
Whene’er ye hear his voice.
Oh! let not self or Satan,
But Jesus, guide your choice.

“Ten thousand sit in darkness,
Ten thousand stretch their hands,
Ten thousand cry in anguish,
‘Oh, come and save our lands !’

Hasten, ye soldiers blood-washed,
And called of God to go;
Hasten on wings of morning,
That all your Lord may know.”

This, this your mission, workers,
To ev’ry land and tongue;
Go, go proclaim the story,
E’en as your Lord hath done.

“Farewell,” cry as you hasten,
To home and ease and friends
Then forward, outward ever,
Till all life’s labor ends.

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

There are heathen in the distance,
There are heathen at our doors,
Who have come a weary journey
From the far-off foreign shores.

O America, the chosen,
Where the Gospel is proclaimed!
Shall they stand in pagan darkness
While your lips a Christ have named?

Shall we pass them by unheeding
In the busy marts of life,
And no heart-throbs beat within us
To a better, nobler strife?

Shall the garments of his chosen
Guiltless of their life-blood be,
If their eyes are never pointed
To the Lamb of Calvary?

Oh those souls in prison fettered,
Bound by superstition’s chains!
Tell them of a Christ, a heaven,
Of a “rest” that there remains,

Lest he sometime whisper sadly,
When his glory we shall see,
“To the least of these ye went not,
So ye came not unto me.”

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

So many idle, folded hands,
And the harvest-fields are white;
Low droop the heavy heads of wheat
That wait the reaper’s weary feet,
The sickle in his willing hands.
For the “harvest-fields are white.”

So many here that sit at ease
While beneath yon darker skies
The wretchedness and misery
Even angels well might see.
How can we dare to sit at ease
Beneath these golden skies?

So fleet, so few the moments be
For binding up the sheaves!
The Master calls; do not delay,
But haste some fruit to reap today;
For soon our only joy shall be
In bringing home the sheaves.

To the ends of the earth let the tidings sound
Till the lost have a chance to hear,
Till those who in sinful chains lie bound
Are free and their Maker revere.
To the ends of the earth let the heralds go,
For thus the commission reads;
With an anxious tear by all waters sow
Till the “good ground” is covered with seeds.
To the ends of the earth, leaving friends and home,
Oh, who will the sacrifice make.
And work with a zeal till the Lord shall come?
For perishing souls are at stake.
To the ends of the earth with a heart full of love,
Oh, work with tenderest care
Till the blessing of grace shall be sent from above,
That sinners salvation may share.
To the ends of the earth, for the fields are all white,
Go, ye reapers, and gather the grain;
Ye stewards of means, respond with delight,
For nothing your zeal should restrain.
To the ends of the earth let us hasten to start;
Our reward at the last will be great.
With loved ones at home decide you will part,
“Redeeming the time” ere too late.
To the ends of the earth lest the perishing die,
Lest their blood be required at our hands;
Lest our privilege to help them ere long shall pass by,
Bear the gospel in haste to all lands.
To the ends of the earth spread the tidings of peace,
Let the star of hope shine in the sky,
Bring the Gospel to those who are seeking release
Till they’re saved by the blood and “brought nigh.”

I remember some of the doors of opportunity God has opened for me,
Then I unknowingly reached out and closed them all rather selfishly.
Losing my chance to exalt the name of Jesus to some who needed to hear,
About a Savior that loves them and someday soon, He is going to appear.

At this point in my life I realize how important each opportunity can be,
In helping others to accept Jesus instead of facing a most tragic eternity.
Explaining God’s plan of salvation as He puts them within my reach,
Wherever I may be, either high on a mountain or down on a sandy beach.

The bible tells me that the harvest is ready however the laborers are few,
Then this is my signal that there is plenty of work out there for me to do.
Be ready to witness to others at any time wherever God may see fit to lead,
And then to keep each one in my prayers daily that has a spiritual need.

Now when God opens those doors of opportunity I intend to walk on through,
To be very faithful in witnessing for Him as I know He created me to do.
For there was a time someone else had an opportunity performing it well,
Whenever they witnessed to me leading me away from the gates of hell.

Who are these with hopeless faces
On far shores and distant lands?
Who are these in darkest places
With no life on heathen strands?

Who are these ’round ev’ry corner
Down each street and busy road?
Is that one your friend or neighbor?
Living life with sin’s great load

Who will go to tell each lost one
Of the Life, and One True Way?
Give me grace to do my mission
To share Christ, and not delay

A burden, Lord, a burning fire
Please give to me this hour
A passion for this pressing need
To tell God’s saving power

Lord, give me a burden for souls and a vision of eternity
Help me to see the world and people the way you see
May I remember all the souls that you died for
and how on the cross the sins of the whole world you bore
Give me a vision of the destiny of all the souls that are lost
and remember how you died to save them so in hell they’d not be tossed
May I have a peripheral as well as tunnel vision
and show people the way of salvation so they can make the decision
To have a view of the whole world in the way you do
and see the one poor sinner that I need to speak to
Help me to see an eternal soul through your heart and eyes
and testify of your great love and mercy and to be wise

Keep pressing forward and onward to the call
even when at times you stumble and fall
Just get up and keep on going
and the gospel seed keep sowing
You never know what the harvest will be
Trusting God for the results is the key
God will reward the smallest deed done for his glory
When we trust and obey and convey the gospel story
Keep looking to the Lord for his power and might,
loving souls and showing them Jesus is the light
God has already prepared hearts for the harvest
Just let him fill you with His Spirit and he will do the rest