1 Someone must go to the far off lands
Where the temple shrine of the idol stands,
Where the heart bows down to its gods of gold,
And the soul to blindness and death is sold.
Refrain:
Who will run with the tidings and bear them away,
To the soul in its night as it gropes for the day?
Who will say when the whisper comes over the sea,
Here, Lord, am I—send me, send me?
2 Someone must weep for the soul that sighs,
In its pain and woe under heathen skies;
In the far off land where it bows unblest,
With no hope to cheer, with no ark of rest. [Refrain]
3 O’er earth’s wide realm send the tidings forth,
Let the news be told of a Savior’s birth;
Let the isles rejoice and on every shore,
Shout the glad new song, life forevermore. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8582
Rv William Orcutt Cushing USA 1823-1902. Born at Hingham, MA, he read the Bible as a teenager and became a follower of the Orthodox Christian school of thought. At age 18 he decided to become a minister, following in his parents theology. His first pastorate was at the Christian Church, Searsburg, NY. He married Hena Proper in 1854. She was a great help to him throughout his ministry. He ministered at several NY locations over the years, including Searsburg, Auburn, Brookley, Buffalo, and Sparta. Hena died in 1870, and he returned to Searsburg, again serving as pastor there. Working diligently with the Sunday school, he was dearly beloved by young and old. Soon after, he developed a creeping paralysis that caused him to lose his… Go to person page >
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