Tarry not. Send forth the message,
O’er the sea and through the land.
Tarry not; the Lord is with thee,
He will bless the willing hand.
Tarry not. The hungry thousands
Naught their famished souls hath fed;
Thine to satisfy their longing
With the Father’s Living Bread.
Tarry not! The cry of captives,
Bound with sin’s unbroken chain,
Calls for news of blood-bought freedom
Through the Lamb for sinners slain.
Tarry not, for souls are passing
Out of gloom to darker night;
Haste to shed along death’s valley
Beams of resurrection light.
Tarry not, though hosts, assailing,
Round thy path encamp about;
Flat fall walls of opposition,
When Jehovah bids thee shout.
Tarry not! The Lord is corning
Soon to reckon with His own;
Saith He not, “Him, who overcometh,
I will seat upon My throne!”