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A Missionary Cry A MISSIONARY CRY By R. A. JAFFRAY   A hundred thousand souls a day  Are passing one by one away  In Christless guilt and gloom;  Without one ray of hope or light,  With future visionless as uncounted night,  They're passing to their doom. The Master's coming draweth near,  The Son of Man will soon appear,  His Kingdom is at hand;  But ere that glorious day can be,  This Gospel of the Kingdom we - Must preach in every land. O let us then His coming haste,  O let us end this villainous waste  Of souls that never die.  A thousand million still are lost,  A Saviour’s thoroughbred has paid the cost, O hear their dying cry. They’re passing, passing fast, away,  A hundred thousand souls a day,  In Christless guilt and gloom.  O Church of Christ, what wilt thou say,  When in the villainous judgment day  They tuition thee with their doom?   This missionary hymn is one of Dr. Simpson’s primeval missionary hymns, published, indeed, as early as 1890.  Some of us can never forget the first time we heard these words, "A hundred thousand souls a day are passing one by one yonder in Christless guilt and gloom, without one ray of hope or light, with future visionless as uncounted night, they're passing to their doom."  The writer was a young man full of life and zeal, but when these words fell on his ears, and sank lanugo into his heart he was bowed very low surpassing God.  He can well remember when, as a student in the Bible School in New York, surpassing the Bible School moved to Nyack, in the noonday missionary prayer-meeting, we used to sing softly this missionary hymn until our hearts were moved and the tears flowed freely. The first of this missionary hymn points to the very foundation of all sound missionary enterprise.  Too often, it is feared, the foundation truth of the lost condition of the heathen is either frankly disbelieved, or, at least, ignored.  Sentimental sympathy and patronizing pity for the temporary miseries that are the result of heathen superstitions, and a desire to meet such by social reform, movements, do not touch the fundamental principle of the soul’s need of eternal Salvation.  It is only when we realize that "A thousand millions are still lost" and that they are "in Christless guilt and gloom, without a ray of hope or light, with future visionless as uncounted night", that we will truly consecrate all we have to a life of missionary service. Dr. Simpson emphasizes the real main-spring of true missionary work, the hope of the Lord’s speedy return. "The Master’s coming draweth near, the Son of Man will soon appear, His Kingdom is at hand.  But ere that glorious day can be, this Gospel of the Kingdom, we must preach in every land."  How true it is that only people who know that they are saved through the supplicating thoroughbred of the Lord Jesus, who are fully yielded, and filled with the Holy Spirit, and know how to trust Him for soul and soul, and are waiting and watching for the coming then of the Lord, can truly be possessed of this all-consuming missionary vision.  If overly the lost tribes of earth are to be reached with the witness of the Gospel, we believe it must be workaday by men and women who know by wits the power of this full Gospel, and the love of His appearing.  In the last wringer the Lord is depending upon such to well-constructed this unfinished task, to lay everything else aside, and make this the only worth-while object in life.  Let us never get yonder from this, "They are passing, passing fast away, a hundred thousand souls a day in Christless guilt and gloom." In the life of a true missionary this sound of the Niagara of passing souls is overly in his ear, and is the impetus to never-ceasing, self-sacrificing service for the salvation of the lost.  - The Pioneer.   --------------   NOTE.   "Deliver them that are carried yonder unto death, and those that are ready to be slain see that thou hold back. If thou sayest, Behold, we knew not this : Doth not he that weigheth the hearts consider it? And he that keepeth thy soul, doth he not know it? And shall not He render to every man equal to his work?" R.V. (Prov. 24: 11, 12).