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Our Lethargy in Heathendom

While packing this week for Italy I came across two poems by Leonard Ravenhill I had copied some time back that were lost amidst some papers in my filing cabinet. I’ve reproduced them here to express in a way that only Ravenhill can as to why we go…

In Heathendom by Leornard Ravenhill

Millions are waiting yet

in heathendom

Will they the Gospel get

in heathendom?

Who will arise and go

out to this sin, this woe,

And Christ the Saviour show

to heathendom?

The sun will soon be set

o’er heathendom.

But they are waiting yet

in heathendom.

Lost in the fog of sin,

will none these wanderers win

For Jesus Christ our King

from heathendom?

Will someone lead the way

to heathendom?

Will others join the fray

in heathendom?

Lord, raise a holy band

with hearts empowered to stand

All that You will demand

for heathendom.

Our Lethargy by Leonard Ravenhill

I walked down the steaming jungle path

‘mid exotic flowers and trees,

There were streams and gorgeous butterflies,

but my mind was not fixed on these.

My head and my feet were burning,

but my heart burned hotter with shame

As I saw the diseased and degraded

who never had heard His name.

I thought of our stately churches

and their softly cushioned pews,

And I wept for the sin-damned millions

who never had heard the News

Of the spotless Christ of Calvary

who died their souls to save.

Unless there’s a change, that heathen mass

will go Christless to the grave.

God, pity our empty fullness;

God, pity our barren tree;

God, pity our long-range blindness;

God, curse our lethargy!

Turn our much-used words into action,

change ease into Spirit-born care,

Baptize us with Thy compassion

that puts feet under our prayer.

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