A Cry from Macedonia

There’s a cry from Ma­ce­don­ia—

Come and help us;

The light of the Gos­pel bring

oh come!

Let us hear the joy­ful tid­ings of sal­va­tion

We thirst for the liv­ing spring.

O ye her­alds of the cross

be up and do­ing

Remember the great com­mand! away!

Go ye forth and preach the Word

To ev­ery crea­ture

Proclaim it in ev­ery land.

They shall ga­ther from the east

They shall ga­ther from the west

With the pa­tri­archs of old;

And the ran­somed shall re­turn

To the king­doms of the blest

With their harps and crowns of gold.

Oh

how beau­ti­ful their feet up­on the mount­ains

The tid­ings of peace who bring

who bring

To the na­tions of the earth who sit in dark­ness

And tell them of Zi­on’s king:

Then

ye her­alds of the cross

be up and do­ing

Go work in your Mas­ter’s field

away!

Sound the trum­pet! sound the trum­pet

Of sal­va­tion!

The Lord is your strength and shield.

Let the dist­ant isles be glad

Let them hail the Sav­ior’s birth

And the news of par­don free

Till the know­ledge of the truth

Shall ex­tend to all the earth

As the wa­ters o’er the sea.

Ye’ve en­list­ed in the ar­my of the faith­ful

Like he­roes the bat­tle fight! away!

There are foes on ev­ery hand that will as­sail you

Then gird on your ar­mor bright;

With the ban­ner of the cross un­furled be­fore you

The sword of the Spir­it wield! away!

Ye shall con­quer through His mer­cy

Who hath loved you

The Lord is your strength and shield.

Ye are march­ing to the land

Where the saints in glo­ry stand

And the just for joy shall sing:

Ye by faith may bring it nigh;

Ye shall reach it by and by

And your shouts of tri­umph ring.