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Oh, for a thousand men to do
My Saviour's last command,
To take the Gospel of our God
To every heathen land.
Lord send the blessed Holy Ghost
To make us play the man,
To fill us with a fiery zeal
To execute Thy plan.
Oh, give us men and women brave,
Whose hearts shall know no fear,
Who love to risk their all for God,
And only Jesus hear.
We need a band of heroes, who,
Forsaking all beside,
Cleave only unto Christ the Lord,
And stamp on all their pride.
Gamblers for God are what we need,
Like David's worthies each,
Who never dreamt of counting odds,
But raced to storm the breach.
They loved the fight; they laughed the more
The greater risks they ran;
They thought it such a privilege Lord?
To go and "play the man".
Oh, give us Stephens, Johns, and Pauls,
Who won their martyr crowns;
Who tackled Priests and Pharisees,
And never minded frowns.
We need the seed of the Shadrach breed
Who braved the Emperor's ire,
Who'll stand for truth and walk with God
Into the hottest fire.
Lord, send us lion-hearted men
With good courageous habits,
Who ne'er will run from the Devil's gun
Like hares and bunny rabbits.
We want a good few of the dare-devil crew
Who never know when they're beat,
But will fire away all night and day
And flatly refuse to retreat.
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