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DEPARTURE OF MISSIONARIES.
The crown of thorns He wore,
Whose kingdom yet shall smile
From ocean's farthest shore,
And every heathen isle.
And we would count all else as loss,
To spread the glory of his Cross.
Whose kingdom yet shall smile
From ocean's farthest shore,
And every heathen isle.
And we would count all else as loss,
To spread the glory of his Cross.
Where bright with gold their lands,
And diamonds star the mine,
The throne of darkness stands,
And souls in bondage pine.
We go to sound the jubilee,
To all who will in Christ be free.
And diamonds star the mine,
The throne of darkness stands,
And souls in bondage pine.
We go to sound the jubilee,
To all who will in Christ be free.
They die, where rose, and palm,
And cassia flourish fair,—
For want of Gilead's balm,
And a Physician there!
Their grounds, o'errun with sin and woe,
We go with light and life to sow.
And cassia flourish fair,—
For want of Gilead's balm,
And a Physician there!
Their grounds, o'errun with sin and woe,
We go with light and life to sow.
While in that distant field,
To serve our Heavenly King,
Of faith we bear the shield,
And of salvation sing;—
His banner o'er us will be love,
Our comforter, the Holy Dove.
To serve our Heavenly King,
Of faith we bear the shield,
And of salvation sing;—
His banner o'er us will be love,
Our comforter, the Holy Dove.
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No victim's blood must flow
Our paths of peace to stain,
As forth we march to show
The Lamb for sinners slain;
His veins have poured the sacred streams
Whose power the soul from death redeems.
Our paths of peace to stain,
As forth we march to show
The Lamb for sinners slain;
His veins have poured the sacred streams
Whose power the soul from death redeems.
Now o'er the rolling seas
A Saviour's name to bear,
Our sails are to the breeze,—
To God, our parting prayer.
We leave our native shore, and know
The Christian hath no home below!
A Saviour's name to bear,
Our sails are to the breeze,—
To God, our parting prayer.
We leave our native shore, and know
The Christian hath no home below!
Friends,—kindred,—all, adieu!
Though through our earthly days,
So vapor-like and few,
We 're hence as parted rays,
On high may we surround the Sun
Of Righteousness, in Him made one!
Though through our earthly days,
So vapor-like and few,
We 're hence as parted rays,
On high may we surround the Sun
Of Righteousness, in Him made one!
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