Matthew 24:14

• [Mat 24:14] Let The Song Go Round The Earth

  Let the song go round the earth, Jesus Christ is Lord! Sound His praises, tell His worth, Be His Name adored; Every clime and every tongue Join the grand, the glorious song! Let the song go round the earth, From the eastern sea, Where the daylight has its birth, Glad, and bright, and free; China’s millions join the strains, Waft them on to India’s plains. Let the song go round the earth, Lands where Islam’s sway Darkly broods o’er home and hearth, Cast their bonds away; Let His praise from Afric’s shore Rise and swell her wide lands o’er. Let the song go round the earth, Where the summer smiles; Let the notes of holy mirth Break from distant isles; Inland forests, dark and dim, Ice bound coasts give back the hymn. Let the song go round the earth, Jesus Christ is King! With the story of His worth Let the whole world ring; Him creation all adore Evermore and evermore.

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• [Mat 24:14] Lord, Her Watch Thy Church Is Keeping

  Lord, her watch Thy Church is keeping: When shall earth Thy rule obey? When shall end the night of weeping? When shall break the promised day? See the whitening harvest languish, Waiting still the laborers’ toil; Was it vain, Thy Son’s deep anguish? Shall the strong retain the spoil? Tidings, sent to every creature, Millions yet have never heard: Can they hear without a preacher? Lord almighty, give the word! Give the word! in every nation Let the Gospel trumpet sound, Witnessing a world’s salvation, To the earth’s remotest bound. Then the end! Thy Church completed, All Thy chosen gathered in, With their King in glory seated, Satan bound, and banished sin Gone for ever parting, weeping, Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain; Lo! her watch Thy Church is keeping; Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign!

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• [Mat 24:14] Missionary Cry, A

  A hundred thousand souls a day Are passing one by one away In Christless guilt and gloom; Without one ray of hope or light, With future dark as endless night, They’re passing to their doom, They’re passing to their doom. Refrain They’re passing, passing fast away In thousands day by day; They’re passing to their doom, They’re passing to their doom. O Holy Ghost, Thy people move, Baptize their hearts with faith and love And consecrate their gold. At Jesus’ feet their millions pour, And all their ranks unite once more, As in the days of old, As in the days of old. Refrain The Master’s coming draweth near; The Son of Man will soon appear; His kingdom is at hand. But ere that glorious day can be, This gospel of the kingdom we Must preach in every land, Must preach in every land. Refrain Oh, let us then His coming haste, Oh, let us end this awful waste Of souls that never die. A thousand millions still are lost; A Savior’s blood has paid the cost, Oh, hear their dying cry, Oh, hear their dying cry. Refrain They’re passing, passing, fast away, A hundred thousand souls a day In Christless guilt and gloom. O Church of Christ, what wilt thou say When, in the awful judgment day, They charge thee with their doom, They charge thee with their doom? Refrain

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• [Mat 24:14] Missionary Hymn

  The voice of Christ, our Savior, Rings through the Christian world: “Let Gospel truth be spoken, My banner be unfurled In every land and nation, Where’er man’s foot has trod; Go publish My salvation, Proclaim the Christ of God.” Baptized with heav’nly wisdom, And lips aglow with love, Speak to the lost and fallen The message from above; Unfold with holy courage The grand and glorious truth That speaks in benediction To every Christian youth. The promise of the Master Crowns with its glorious light Each faithful Christian soldier That strikes for God and right. Go ye, and preach the Gospel In all its wondrous power; Go, the Redeemer’s presence Shall crown thine every hour.

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• [Mat 24:14] Watchman, Blow The Gospel Trumpet

  Watchman, blow the Gospel trumpet, Every soul a warning give; Whosoever hears the message May repent, and turn and live. Refrain Blow the trumpet, trusty watchman, Blow it loud o’er land and sea; God commissions, sound the message! Every captive may be free. Sound it loud o’er every hilltop, Gloomy shade and sunny plain; Ocean depths repeat the message, Full salvation’s glad refrain. Refrain Sound it in the hedge and highway, Earth’s dark spots where exiles roam; Let it tell all things are ready, Father waits to welcome home. Refrain Sound it for the heavy laden, Weary, longing to be free; Sound a Savior’s invitation, Sweetly saying, “Come to Me.” Refrain

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