S. A Missionary Hymn

A Missionary Hymn William Henry Westcott.

Extracted from Scripture Truth magazine Volume 1, 1909, page 70.

Tune — 723 Bristol Tune Book.

Father, in days gone by Thy people sought Thy face Longing that souls might be Reached by Thy saving grace.

Thou gav’st the answer then In blessing far and near;

Saving the souls of men From sin and guilt and fear.

Father, save!

Bowing together here,- Thy people of to-day,- Thou dost, in Jesu’s name Drive unbelief away.

Faith’s holy confidence Is resting now on Thee O Thou that hearest prayer We would Thy blessing see.

Father, save!

Think of those distant lands Where lived Thy saints of old Let Naaman’s leprous home Again of grace be told.

Let Israel’s captive souls Hear of Thy gospel free And Zion’s hills resound With songs of liberty.

Father, save!

Let Egypt’s ebbing grace, As tidal waters turn Nor let her rulers now Thy gracious dealing spurn:

Let Pharaoh’s starving land Again her Joseph see, In Jesus Who has died, And risen again to Thee.

Father, save!

Down Eden’s valleys Lord, Let living waters flow: And Adam’s fallen race Thy full salvation know And ’midst the thorny woes, Euphrates knows so well May those who know its balm The Saviour’s mercy tell.

Father, save!

And, oh! not there alone But far across the wave How China’s plaint awakes The prayer that Thou wilt save! Her millions passing on Approach a fearful end O God! stretch forth Thine hands And mighty blessing send!

Father, save! But how the heart grows faint, And then o’erflows in grief Thinking of India’s sons So long without relief While Africa’s weary hosts Down-trodden and oppressed Seem silently to stand Yearning for heavenly rest.

Father, save!

Let all our hearts arise Alive with heavenly glow Moved by Thy Spirit, Lord, With love’s deep stream to flow And if in foreign lands Or this, Thou bid’st us roam, Oh! for Thy mighty power, To call Thy wanderers home.

Father, save!