The Evangelist

From the brightness of the glory,

“Go ye forth,” He said;

“Heal the sick and cleanse the lepers,

Raise the dead.

Freely give I thee the treasure,

Freely give the same;

Take no store of gold or silver—

Take My Name.

“Carry neither scrip nor raiment,

Neither shoes nor staves;

Walk unburdened through the deserts,

O'er the waves.

Thou art fitted for the journey,

Howso long it be;

Thou shalt come, unworn, unwearied,

Back to Me.

“Thou shalt tell Me in the glory

All that thou hast done,

Setting forth alone; returning

Not alone.

Thou shalt bring the ransomed with thee,

They with songs shall come

As the golden sheaves of harvest,

Gathered home.”

Then I went as He had told me—

He, the Lord in heaven;

Went in power of the Spirit

He had given.

And the sick arose rejoicing,

Bore away their bed;

And in might of life eternal

Rose the dead.

And a light beyond the sunlight

Did the blind man see;

Loud and sweet the dumb sang praises,

Lord, to Thee.

And the leper from his exile

Came Thy grace to own,

Falling low in rapturous worship

At the throne—

Where He sitteth, working wonders,

High at God's right hand,

More than when an outcast stranger

In the land.

From the throne in heaven speaks He—

Speaks, and it is done;

Thus does God delight to honour

Christ, His Son.

Thus with instruments of music

Do His servants stand,

Harp and lute the King has fashioned

With His hand.

And “the music of Jehovah” ²²2 Chron. vii. 6

Sound from every chord;

He who makes that glorious music

Is the Lord.

He by them tells forth God's praises

To the ears of men,

And to God His praise ascendeth

Yet again.

He alone, the Mighty Preacher,

Gathering in His own.

And the praise to God returning,

His alone.