In Our Hands, the Seed of Life We Hold

In our hands, the seed of life we hold,
Fitted to awake life in dead souls
And transforms worms of dust
Into heirs of God’s trust;
God is calling; how can we withhold?

Should we in our narrow spheres remain,
When vast fields await our laboring?
Fields are white for us all;
All is set, us to call
For a noble service to our King.

If it be the duty of all men
To believe the gospel brought to them
Then the duty is it
Of those ’trusted with it
To make known this gospel to all men.

’Twas the army answering God’s call,
Willing to lay down their lives,
Their all For the spread of God’s Word
That established His Word
In the million hearts that desp’rate called.

Like that army, let us not delay;
Heed God’s call and yield our all today;
That this seed of great worth
Reach the ends of the earth
And our God may quickly end this age.