Go ye into all the world
and preach the gospel.
Mark 16:15
There was a quaint old graveyard
Amid surroundings fair;
According to the tombstones,
The former church was there!
The names embossed in granite
Were worn by wind and rain;
The saints shall rise in triumph
When Christ returns again.
Was that late church self-centred,
And lacked soul-winning breath,
That caused complete extinction,
A sad, untimely death?
If true in gospel outreach,
And souls were born again,
Where are the saints remaining
To witness in their train?
'Tis sweet to feast on good things,
God's precious Word explore,
But, look! the unconverted
Are dying at the door.
We have a glorious message,
Commissioned by the Lord;
Then go beyond the circle
And spread the news abroad!
Our sun may set in witness
By death's cold hand below;
If we in life are faithful,
There must be afterglow.
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