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The nations call! From sea to sea
Extends the thrilling cry,
"Come over, Christians if there be,
And help us, ere we die."
Our hearts, O Lord, the summons feel;
Let hand with heart combine,
And answer to the world's appeal
By giving "that is thine."
Say to thy gifted servants, "Speed!
Behold the world your field;"
Say to the gold, "The Lord hath need,"
Till hoarded treasures yield.
Say to the slumbering soul, "Awake!
Ere wanes thy noon away;
Lo! soon I come th' account to take,
Ye stewards of a day."
Saviour, forgive; ashamed we lie;
Thy gracious will we know:
Behold, while we delay, they die!
Bid, bid us send, or go.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1899 | # 669 |
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MARLOW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 511 | G | | # 669 | G | | # 320 | F | | # 326 | F |
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