Come over…and help us. Acts 16:9
Go to all the world and preach the Gospel,
Was the last commandment of the Master;
And the answer comes from every nation:
We are dying, send the Gospel faster.
Faster, faster, faster!
Hear their pleading cry;
Save them from disaster,
Help them ere they die;
Who will answer,
Master, send me;
Here am I, send me.
As men swiftly fly on wings of mercy
When some tidings come of dire disaster;
So, before a thousand millions perish,
Let us haste to send the Gospel faster.
Oh, how much we spend for earthly trifles,
And neglect the need that’s so much vaster;
Wake us, Master, from our guilty trifling;
Help us send the Gospel faster, faster.