O Lord, it is not hard to love
The heathen far away,
Who've never heard the blessed Word
The Life, The Truth, the Way;
Whose home is ghastly pagan
With idol worship, Such —
O Lord, our hearts go out to them,
We love them very much.

But 'tis another matter,
The man across the street
Who uses vile language,
And scoffs whene'er we meet,
He dececrates the Lord's Day
And doesn't seem to care.
O Lord, it is for these today
We lift our hearts in prayer.

'Tis true, perhaps they know the Way,
Yet walk in paths of sin,
May we not point the finger
But seek to bring them in.
We need not to show what we have done,
For we have naught to show.
'Tis only Thy great love alone
That these poor souls must know.

O Lord, in this our mission
We fail so miserably;
Forgetting we would be as they
Had it not been for Thee.
O give us greater vision, Lord,
And stir our hearts today
That these be brought into the fold
In Jesus' Name we pray.