Scripture Verse

Pray ye…the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers. Matthew 9:38

Introduction

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Maria F. Anderson (1819–1895)

Words: Ma­ria F. An­der­son, 1848.

Music: Webb George J. Webb, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a bet­ter pho­to of Webb,

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George Webb (1803–1887)

Dr. George B. Ide, pas­tor of the First Bap­tist Church in Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia, had seen An­der­son’s po­et­ry in the Chris­tian Chro­ni­cle, and asked if she would write a home mis­sion hymn for the Bap­tist Harp he was com­pil­ing.

She agreed, and this hymn was first sung at a home mis­sion meet­ing at Ide’s church.

Lyrics

Our coun­try’s voice is plead­ing,
Ye men of God, arise!
His pro­vi­dence is lead­ing,
The land be­fore you lies;
Day-gleams o’er it are bright­en­ing,
And pro­mise clothes the soil;
Wide fields, for har­vest whit­en­ing,
Invite the reap­er’s toil.

Go where the waves are break­ing
On Ca­li­for­nia’s shore,
Christ’s pre­cious Gos­pel tak­ing,
More rich than golden ore;
On Al­le­ghe­ny’s mount­ains,
Through all the west­ern vale,
Beside Mis­sou­ri’s foun­tains,
Rehearse the won­drous tale.

Where prair­ie flow­ers are bloom­ing
Plant Sha­ron’s fair­er rose;
The far­thest wilds il­lum­ing,
With light that ev­er glows;
To each lone for­est rang­er,
The Word of Life un­seal;
To ev­ery ex­ile strang­er,
Its sav­ing truths re­veal.

The love of Christ un­foldi­ng,
Speed on from east to west,
Till all, His cross be­hold­ing,
In Him are ful­ly blest.
Great A­uthor of sal­va­tion,
Haste, haste the glo­ri­ous day,
When we, a ran­somed na­tion,
Thy scep­ter shall ob­ey!