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Title: Missionary, Visitor, The (1907)
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Brethren's General Missionary and Tract Committee
Subjects: Church of the Brethren Priodicals Church of the Brethren- Missions
Publisher: Elgin, Ill.: Brethren Publishing House
Contributing Library: Bridgewater College, Alexander Mack Memorial Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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fsm > tlie sound ot crying; restless sea;Countless heathen millions dying, Moan in hopeless agoiiy,Moan on moan, with none to pity—So they die, eternally! Lo. thq priests are ehauntmg, chaEndless prayers in monotone; While, like demon-spirits haunting,Mired mourners shriek and moan; Tnoense burns, while souls are djing—■T/hcse can neer for sins atone! See the shrines are dimly lighted; Hear themourners measured tread;Past the chaunt for souls affrighted; Now the worship for the dead;Vain is all that man can offer, For the souls for which Christ bled So the countless millions, passing.Go beyond this earthly light; So the countless millions, massing,Entel deaths eternal night; So the days go by, and going.End our time of doing right 1 Christ is coming, judgment awfulWaits the souls which die in sin, Christ is coming, judgment lawful,Will with Church of Christ begin, Rouse ye saints arise, deliver,They will shine who souls shall Win —H. W Frost. China Inland Mi
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Tke Multitudes J^eed Souls in heathen darkness lyingWhere no light has broken through, Souls that Jesus bought by dying,Whom His soul in travail knezv, Thousand voicesCall us, oer the ivaters blue. Christians, hearken, none has taught themOf His love so deep and dear; Of the precious price that bought them;Of the nail, the thorn, the spear. Ye who know Him,Guide them from their darkness drear. Haste, oh, haste, and spread the tidingsWide to earths remotest strand; Let no brothers bitter chidingsRise against us when we stand In the judgment,From some far, forgotten land. -Selected.

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