7. Missionary Battle Song

God speed the day when thousands shall arise, and in the strength which Christ alone supplies; Haste to the land where superstition reigns, and on those countless millions press the Savior’s claims.

We’re working, we’re praying, with gospel flag unfurled Till Christ shall reign in triumph o’er the whole wide world.

2.

To heathen lands where sin’s black chariot rolls, where daily die one hundred thousand souls; Bear precious seed, bedewed by sacred tears, and preach the coming kingdom till our Lord appears.

We’re working, we’re praying, with gospel flag unfurled Till Christ shall reign in triumph o’er the whole wide world.

3.

Think of the shame and suff’ring which they bear, and in their loss have you and I no share?  God’s word is plain, his will is now displayed, the dying groans of millions from a call for aid.

We’re working, we’re praying, with gospel flag unfurled Till Christ shall reign in triumph o’er the whole wide world.