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You bring the Hymnal, I'll bring the History
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In 1868, Mary Thomson was sitting with her child who was gravely sick with typhoid fever. It was during this time of watching him that she composed the poem, "O, Zion Haste." We do not know the thoughts that went through her mind that day. Was her child still lost in shades of night and needing salvation? Was she, like Hannah of old, making a covenant with God to give her son as a missionary someday? We are not sure, but publishing the glad tidings is a command for all Christians everywhere.

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O Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling,
To tell to all the world that God is Light;
That He who made all nation is not willing
One soul should perish, lost in shades of night.

Behold how many thousands still are lying,
Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin,
With none to tell them of the savior's dying,
Or of the life he died for them to win.

Proclaim to every people, tongue and nation
That God in whom they live and move is love:
Tell how He stooped to save his lost creation,
And died on earth that man might live above.

Give of thy sons to bear the message glorious;
Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;
Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious;
And all thou spendest Jesus will repay.

Publish glad tidings,
Tidings of peace;
Tidings of Jesus, Redemption and release.
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