Photograph by George King, Los Angeles, Calif.
Eskimo on the shores of Alaska, waiting for the messenger of God who tfcometh late
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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
O Holy Ghost, Thy people move, Baptize their hearts with faith and love, And consecrate their gold. A t Jesus' feet their millions pour, And all their ranks unite once more,
A hundred thousand souls a day, A re passing one by one away, In Christless guilt and gloom, Without one ray of hope or light, With future dark as endless night, They're passing to their doom. They're passing to their doom.
Must preach in ev'ry land. Must preach in ev'ry land.
A s in the days of old. A s in the days of old.
— Rev. A. B. Simpson
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