Some have gone forth far from loved ones and home,
Leaving their all for His service alone;
Counting the gain of this world only dross,
Seeking no glory save that of His cross.

Some have gone forth into darkness so dense
Darkness that crushes-a darkness intense;
There in far lands where their Lord is not known,
Gladly to work for His glory alone.

Some have gone forth with the story so old,
Reaping a harvest more precious than gold;
Are you, too, faithfully doing your share,
Helping together by gifts and by prayer?

Some have gone forth-but so many remain,
Safely at home, other honors to gain;
Millions of lost ones who never have heard,
Few-oh, so few-to go forth with His Word.

Grace Troy