My soul is not at rest within,
My heart for action calls,
For I have seen the chains of sin,
Have shuddered at its galls.
The vows of God upon my life,
Constrain all strength and nerve.
His call has pierced me as a knife;
Him only will I serve!
The voice of loved ones, freedom, fame,
Have all grown strangely dim;
My heartís desireís now informed,
To fully follow Him!
He was a man of sorrows, grief
His footsteps now I trace;
Dare I search out selfish relief,
While He has run the race?
But, no! I too shall fight the fight
Which He has planned for me!
No matter what the cost of right,
Eíen this my cause shall be:
To tell of all His wondírous love,
Salvationís call so free.
And point souls to my Lord above
Whoís done so much for me.
You think it as a sacrifice
To leave this secure land,
Forsaking comforts oh, so nice
And houses which are grand;
But I am thinking of my Lord
Who left His deity,
Upon the ground His blood was poured
Purchased salvation free.
So someday, in a far-off land
My dying eyes Iíll lift,
To gaze on Africís burning sand,
My life lay downóa gift.
Then when on heavenís golden shore
The natives sing His praise;
My heart with joy shall swell yet more
And there thanksgiving raise!
-RLK-
