WHICH SHALL IT BE?

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

“He which soweth sparingly shall reap also sparingly ard he which soweth bountifully shall reap also bountifully.”

Some day the summer will be ended,
Some day the harvest will be past;

Your day for sowing seed and reaping
Will not, my brother, always last.

Some day you’ll come before the Master,
Some day before him you shall stand;

Oh! will you come with golden harvest,
Or shall you come with empty hand?

THE MILLIONS IN DARKNESS

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

There are millions in darkness in lands far away,
Who are wand’ring in sin and are going astray;
Who will take them the light of the gospel today?
Go out quickly and bid them come in.

Our Redeemer and Savior came down from the sky;
He did suffer, did bleed, did ascend up on high,
And he bids us to carry the light ere they die.
Go out quickly and bid them come in.

When we think of the suffering, the sin, and the woe,
We should take them the light that will blessings bestow;
We should haste and obey his command that says, “Go.”
We should hasten and bid them come in.

They are dying by thousands each day and each night,
And are passing away ere they have gospel light
Which dispels all the darkness and makes the way bright ;
Who will take them the light of God’s Word?

They are anxiously waiting to hear the glad news,
Of a full, free salvation for those who will choose
To forsake all their sins, and the devil refuse;
Who will take them the tidings of love?

READY

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

“Ready to preach the gospel.” Rom. 1: 5.
‘Ready to die for the name of the Lord Jesus.” Acts 21:13.

Ready to go, ready to wait,
Ready a gap to fill;
Ready for service, small or great;
Ready to do His will.

Ready to suffer grief or pain,
Ready to stand the test;
Ready to stay at home and send
Others if He sees best.

Ready to do, ready to bear,
Ready to watch and pray,
Ready to stand aside and wait
Till He shall clear the way.

Ready to speak, ready to think,
Ready with heart and brain;
Ready to start when He sees fit,
Ready to bear the strain.

Ready to warn, ready to seek,
Ready o’er souls to mourn;
Ready in life, ready in death;
Ready for his return.

MISSIONARY SONG

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

Over the ocean wave, far, far away,
There the poor heathen live, waiting for day,
Groping in ignorance dark as the night,
No blessed Bible to give them the light.

CHORUS
Pity them, pity them, Christians at home;
Haste with the bread of life, hasten and come.

Here in this happy land we have the light,
Shining from God’s own Word, free, pure, and bright :
Shall we not send to them Bibles to read,
Teachers and preachers and all that they need?

Then when the mission ships glad tidings bring,
List! as that heathen band joyfully sing;
Over the ocean wave, oh see them come !
Bringing the bread of life, guiding us home.

A PRAYER— A QUESTION

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

O Holy Ghost, thy people move;
Baptize their hearts with faith and love,
And consecrate their gold,
At Jesus’ feet their millions pour,
And all their ranks unite once more,
As in the days of old.
They are passing, passing fast away,
A hundred thousand souls a day
In Christ-less guilt and gloom.
O church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When in that awful judgment-day
They charge thee with their doom?

WEEP FOR THE LOST

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company
Weep for the lost! Thy Savior wept
O’er ‘Salem’s hapless doom;
He wept to think their day was past,
And come their night of gloom.

Weep for the lost ! The prophets wept
O’er Israel’s gloomy fate;
When vengeance had unsheathed her sword,
Repentance came too late.

Weep for the lost! Apostles wept
That men should error choose;
That dying men should Christ reject
And endless life refuse.

Weep for the lost! The lost will weep
In that long night of woe,
On which no star of hope will rise,
And tears in vain will flow.

Weep for the lost! Lord, make us weep,
And toil with ceaseless care
To save our friends, ere yet they pass
That point of deep despair.

WHY

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

Why are the heathen dying
In dark and endless night,
When Jesus came from heaven
To give them life and light?

It is not that God their Father
Forgets their helpless lot:
He told some one to tell them,
And they, alas ! forgot.

THEY ARE WAITING

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

They are waiting in the wild,
Sick and weary and defiled,
And the Savior’s healing word
They have never even heard;
Ever hungry and unfed,
Left without the Living Bread —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !

Oh! the long, long years are flown
Since the Master bid his own
Bear the message far and wide
Of a Savior crucified;
“Flash the light o’er vale and hill!”
Yet they sit in darkness still —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !

For the happy beam of day
That shall chase their gloom away;
For the news, so glad and blest,
That shall set their hearts at rest;
For the peace we know and prize,
And the hope beyond the skies —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !