# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A hundred thousand souls a day | | | | | | | |
d2 | A story sweet and wondrous, like heavenly | | | | | | | |
d3 | Along the shores of Galilee | | | | | | | |
d4 | An open Bible for the world, May this our glorious | | | | | | | |
d5 | Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go | | | | | | | |
d6 | As the Father's boundless love | | | | | | | |
d7 | By day and by night I am thrilled | | | | | | | |
d8 | Far and near the fields are teeming | | | | | | | |
d9 | Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling | | | | | | | |
d10 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d11 | Give me a passion for souls, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d12 | Give them at least one chance to hear | | | | | | | |
d13 | Give them, O, give them the gospel | | | | | | | |
d14 | Hark, the Master calleth | | | | | | | |
d15 | Have you heard the master's call Will you go | | | | | | | |
d16 | Have you heard the sobbing of a thousand million souls | | | | | | | |
d17 | He was not willing that any should perish | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hear the Lord of harvest sweetly calling | | | | | | | |
d19 | I'll tell to all that God is love | | | | | | | |
d20 | I'm going forth to serve my Lord | | | | | | | |
d21 | In the east thousands are dying each day | | | | | | | |
d22 | Is it nothing to you that in darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d23 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus calls the children dear | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d26 | Lift up your eyes, look on the fields | | | | | | | |
d27 | Lo the conflict of the ages | | | | | | | |
d28 | Lord Jesus, take this life of mine | | | | | | | |
d29 | Lord, thou hast given to me a trust | | | | | | | |
d30 | Love the Lord with all your heart | | | | | | | |
d31 | Many tribes have never heard | | | | | | | |
d32 | Never came the call more clear | | | | | | | |
d33 | O we are the reapers that garner in the sheaves of the good | | | | | | | |
d34 | O Zion [Sion], haste, thy [your] mission high fulfilling | | | | | | | |
d35 | Once again, dear Lord, we pray | | | | | | | |
d36 | Other sheep there are to gather | | | | | | | |
d37 | Over the ocean millions I see | | | | | | | |
d38 | Reach your arms around the world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d39 | Ready to suffer grief or pain | | | | | | | |
d40 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d41 | Shall I empty handed be | | | | | | | |
d42 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, this | | | | | | | |
d43 | Souls in heathen darkness lying | | | | | | | |
d44 | Speed away, speed away on your mission of light | | | | | | | |
d45 | Tell it out among the heathen [nations] [people] that the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d46 | The mission fields are calling | | | | | | | |
d47 | The whole wide world for Jesus this shall our watchword be | | | | | | | |
d48 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
d49 | There's only one way that this lost world | | | | | | | |
d50 | To all the world, the love of God | | | | | | | |
d51 | To the millions living o'er the deep, deep sea | | | | | | | |
d52 | To the regions beyond I must go | | | | | | | |
d53 | Weary and helpless | | | | | | | |
d54 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
d55 | When sometime in heaven's glory | | | | | | | |
d56 | Why should I give, what can God need from me | | | | | | | |