The Missionary Marseillaise

Ye Christ­ian men of ev­ery na­tion

Hark

hark what cries sa­lute your ears!

The hea­then in their de­gra­da­tion

They call for help with sighs and tears

They call for help with sighs and tears;

Shall souls im­mor­tal lang­uish bleed­ing?

Oppressed by Sa­tan’s slav­ish chains

In su­per­sti­tion’s woes and pains

While Christ­ian hearts are dead

un­heed­ing?

Arise

O Church of God!

Awake for Je­sus’ sake!

March on

march on

all hearts aflame

For Christ the world to take.

By thou­sands

hope­less

they are fall­ing

And ne’er have heard their Sav­ior’s name;

For life and li­ber­ty they’re call­ing

But per­ish in their guilt and shame

But per­ish in their guilt and shame;

Too long have Christ­ians heard their wail­ing

Their death cries out of pa­gan night;

Their pray­ers in vain for Gos­pel light;

Oh

shall their cries be una­vail­ing?

Oh

ye who serve the King of Glo­ry

In lands where Heav­en’s bless­ings glow

Can ye with­hold sal­va­tion’s sto­ry

From my­ri­ads sunk in hea­then woe?

From my­ri­ads sunk in hea­then woe?

Nay

by the blood that makes men bro­thers

The ban­nered cross must be un­furled;

The king­dom is for all the world

And men re­deemed must up­lift oth­ers.

Shall Christ­ians hoard their gold­en trea­sure?

And pile their stores with mi­ser’s greed

Or spend for fa­shion

pride and plea­sures

While em­pires for the Gos­pel plead?

While em­pires for the Gos­pel plead?

Can men of soul

their God ad­or­ing

For Heav­en’s crown­ing glo­ries hope?

While mill­ions in their blind­ness grope

And die

the light of life im­plor­ing?

See

Heav­en lends co­op­er­ation!

For con­quests grand and ma­ni­fold;

And calls the Church to con­se­cra­tion

Of life and strength and pre­cious gold;

Of life and strength and pre­cious gold;

While with God’s pow­er the world is shak­ing

O’erturning sys­tems

creeds and caste

And work­ing chang­es world­wide vast

’Tis time dead Christ­ian souls were wak­ing.