Carry the Tidings

Rise! ye peo­ple

who have heard

The Gos­pel’s joy­ful call—

Ye on whom its sac­red truths

Like dews of Heav­en fall.

Rise and bear to dist­ant homes

Scatter wide o’er hill and plain

Joyful news that Je­sus comes

To reign on earth again.

Rise! and in the might of Him

Whose chos­en ones ye be

Bid the st­ory of His love

Be known from sea to sea.

Rise in ma­jes­ty and strength

Go in con­scious­ness of pow­er

And the bar­ren plains at length

Shall bear bright Sha­ron’s flow­er.

On broad prair­ies stretch­ing far

On hill and mount­ain side

And where swift­ly run­ning streams

Thro’ fer­tile val­leys glide.

There the wait­ing people dwell

Hungry

starv­ing souls they be

Longing for the fruit which fell

From life’s ex­haust­less tree.

Take to them the bread of life

The liv­ing wa­ters bear;

Feed the hun­gry

cheer the faint

With them thy boun­ty share.

Then when time shall be no more

And th’arch­an­gel trump shall sound

They shall stand on Ca­naan’s shore

Who life and peace have found.