Scripture Verse

Come over…and help us. Acts 16:9


Words: Eli­za A. B. Mitch­ell, 1905. Ap­peared in Ca­rols of Hope (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­cie­ty, 1906), page 13.

Music: Khar­kiv Fred­er­ick S. Stan­ton, Sr. (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mit­chell or Stan­ton (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Oft they break the mid­night still­ness—
Voices float­ing o’er the sea,
Voices filled with ten­der pa­thos,
Asking help from you and me.
And I know my Christ, my Bi­ble,
Is as tru­ly theirs as mine;
And I know that I de­fraud them,
Not to share these gifts di­vine.

We, who ne­ver knew a sor­row
God’s dear smile could not il­lume,
Little dream how dense the dark­ness
Shrouding hea­then souls in gloom.
And the Sav­ior’s last com­miss­ion
Was in lov­ing thought of them;
How His ten­der sweet com­pass­ion
Doth our cold ne­glect con­demn!

Christ, for­give the souls so faith­less
To the trust Thou didst re­pose;
For this sin let not Heav’n’s por­tals
At the last against us close.
Bless, and by our gold and sil­ver,
By our lips no long­er dumb,
We will spread abroad Thy Gos­pel,
Till on earth Thy king­dom come.