In Our Hands, the Seed of Life We Hold

In our hands

the seed of life we hold

Fitted to awake life in dead souls

And transforms worms of dust

Into heirs of God’s trust;

God is calling; how can we withhold?

Can we turn a deaf ear

To God’s solemn appeal?

In the Name we arise

Preach the kingdom

our Christ!

Should we in our narrow spheres remain

When vast fields await our laboring?

Fields are white for us all;

All is set

us to call

For a noble service to our King.

If it be the duty of all men

To believe the gospel brought to them

Then the duty is it

Of those ’trusted with it

To make known this gospel to all men.

We abandon our all

We are for our new goal;

This our plan for our lives—

Him to preach all our lives!

’Twas the army answering God’s call

Willing to lay down their lives

Their all For the spread of God’s Word

That established His Word

In the million hearts that desp’rate called.

Like that army

let us not delay;

Heed God’s call and yield our all today;

That this seed of great worth

Reach the ends of the earth

And our God may quickly end this age.