Bury My Heart on the Mission Field

Bury My Heart on the Mission Field

Urgency engulfs me with surging intensity. I pour out the burden of my soul to you, yet how can I convey such overwhelming need when you have never experienced it? If you would only go, then you could understand. For their sakes I go, because the love of Christ constraineth me.

“My heart is stirred to the very depths. Words are inadequate to express my feelings as I plead for perishing souls. Must I plead in vain? As Christ’s ambassador I would arouse you to labor as you have never labored before. Your duty cannot be shifted upon another. No one but yourself can do your work. If you withhold your light, someone must be left in darkness through your neglect.” Testimonies for the Church, Vol. 5, p. 464.1.

Once again, a song says it best…

A young girl weeps in a far distant land;

She has no one to show her God’s love.

No mother or father to wipe away her tears,

She cries out in the night alone.

Bury my heart on the mission field, Lord;

I’ll go to dry that young girl’s tears.

I’ll serve You no matter where the path may lead;

Lord, please bury my heart.

A mother grieves for her starving child;

She has no shelter from the cold.

Earthly provisions will ease their suffering,

But who will feed their empty souls?

Bury my heart on the mission field, Lord;

I’ll give the gospel to the suffering ones.

I’ll go wherever You want me to go;

Lord, please bury my heart.

Will you ignore these lost souls in the night?

Can you hear their pleading cries?

They’re begging for someone to show them the way –

We must go before another one dies.

Bury my heart on the mission field, Lord;

These distant voices won’t fade away.

I’ll do Your will whatever the cost;

Lord, please bury my heart.

Lord, please bury our hearts.