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TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH

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.”

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