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UNTO THE LEAST

“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.”

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