Come Over and Help Us
"Come over and help us," the cry still comes,
"Come over and help us," the cry still comes,From many lands and from many homesFrom many hearts that are weary of sin,And long for abiding peace within"Come over and help us," sounds on the air;East, West, North, and South, they all have a shareIn notes of entreaty, loud and deep,Which upon our ears continu'lly sweep
"Come over and help us; lead into lightThe souls which grope in the darkness of night;Tell us of the message of truth and love,And show us the path that leads above.Come over and help us." On every breezeThe cry is yet wafted—O, will we not seizeThe hour so propitious and to them takeThe words of life for our Saviour's sake?
"Come over and help us:" 'twill not be longThat the cry will come from the countless throng;For soon will the night their lives o'ertake,And we cannot work; 'twill be too late."Come over and help us;" will we refuseTo go o'er and help them, and Christ's welcome lose?When he comes again to claim his own,And gather them round his eternal throne.
"Come over and help us." May our cry be:"Here am I, dear Lord, send me, send me;I ask not the place nor the work to choose,If I in thy vineyard may be used.I ask for this only—grant that thy powerMay abide with me ever, each day and each hour;That some seeds of truth which my hand may sow,An abundant harvest for thee may grow."