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The Macedonian Cry

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 23, 1902

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 79, No. 51.

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The Macedonian Cry

By W. R. PATTERSON

W. R. PATTERSON
ADOWN the rolling years of time, So swiftly passing one by one, From many a land and distant clime, Parched by the heat of summer sun Or bound by fetters of ice and snow, Is heard the plaintive, earnest cry, (Who will heed it? who will go?) “Come over now and help us.”
The Master bids his servants go And gather in the sheaves of wheat; To frigid zone of ice and snow And tropic clime of summer heat The message of redemption give. Tell of the Christ, the Saviour, King (Bid the dying “look and live”), And to his name new trophies bring.
With outstretched hands their plaintive cries, That echo through the dismal years, Entreat for help, with weeping eyes; Their voices reach our listening ears. They groan beneath sin’s direful load; They look for light, but look in vain; Despair mocks hope, and fear’s the goad And scepter of sin’s dark domain.
Go now, ye messengers of peace, Swift as the light, ye heralds, go; Dream not of pleasure, gain, or ease, Work till the Master calls for you. Bear, ye winds, the gladsome sound; Proclaim, ye waves, the joyful story, Till from east to west, the earth around Shall reverberate the story.