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Excerpt from Blessed Be Egypt: A Missionary Story; Being Some Account of Present Missionary Effort in Egypt, and the Story of the Lord's Leading of the Egypt Mission Band There's a cry comes forth from the heavenly temple, 'Mid the hush of the seraphim's song, 'Tis the souls of the martyrs under the altar: "How long, O Lord, how long?" There's an echo falls from the heavenly temple. With a message so stern and so strong, 'Tis the voice of the Lord as He asks of His people: "How long. My Church, how long?' There's a cry goes out from the whole creation, Like a burden of anguish and wrong; 'Tis the groan of the earth for the day of redemption, It is saying, "O Lord, how long?" There's a bitter cry from the depths of the darkness, Where the perishing heathen throng; 'Tis the cry of a thousand millions pleading, "How long, O Lord, how long?" They are suffering, sinning, and dying yonder, With no one to pity their cry; They are passing away to a darker dying, How long will we let them die? There are weeping women, wronged and helpless. And their life is a living pain; There are murdered children, with none to save them, How long shall they weep in vain? It is long since the love of Jesus found us, But no one has cared for their woe; They have never been told of the Christ that saved you. O why do you not go? Would we speed the hour of the Master's coming, Would we bring the eternal song, Let us rouse from our slumber and hark to the summons: "How long! how long! how long!" They are longing there for the Master's coming, And the meeting with loved ones again. Can we bear to delay that glorious meeting; Can we let them cry in vain? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important histori