China’s Millions

Church of the liv­ing God

awake!

Awake from thy sin­ful sleep!

Dost thou not hear thy bro­thers’ cry

Still sound­ing o’er the deep?

Is it naught that one of ev­ery four

Of all the hu­man race

Should in China die

hav­ing nev­er heard

The Gos­pel of God’s grace?

Canst thou shut thine ear to the awf­ul sound

The voice of thy bro­thers’ blood

A mill­ion a month in Chi­na

Are dy­ing with­out God.

Watchman of God

thou seest now

The sword of de­struct­ion come;

Why sound­est not the warn­ing cry

’Mid hosts of hea­then­dom?

God says that if thou warn­est not

The wick­ed at His com­mand

He shall per­ish but His blood shall be

Requirèd at thy hand.

Go

for the Sav­ior sends thee forth

To call from the dist­ant East

Idolaters for whom Christ died

To Heav­en’s mar­riage feast.

The Gos­pel that thou hear­est now

The pow’r of God shall prove

To tri­umph o’er the souls of men

By th’om­ni­po­tence of love.