Nobody ever has told it to me !
La nécessité de prêcher l'évangile est illustrée clairement par ce vieil et célèbre hymne (ici dans sa version original)
Into the tent where a gipsy boy lay,
Dying alone at the close of the day,
News of salvation we carried, said he:
"Nobody ever has told it to me !"
"Did he so love me, a poor little boy?
Send unto me the good tidings of joy?
Need I not perish? My hand will He hold?
Nobody ever the story has told !"
Bending we caught the last words of his breath,
just as he entered the valley of death :
"God sent His Son ! Whosoever, said Hi,
Then I am sure that He sent Him for me !"
Smiling, he said, as his last sigh he spent,
"I am so glad that for me He was sent !"
Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west,
"Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest !"
Tell it again ! Tell it again !
Salvation's story repeat o'er and o'er,
Till none can say of the children of men,
"Nobody ever has told me before."
Mrs M.B.C. Slade
Into the tent where a gipsy boy lay,
Dying alone at the close of the day,
News of salvation we carried, said he:
"Nobody ever has told it to me !"
"Did he so love me, a poor little boy?
Send unto me the good tidings of joy?
Need I not perish? My hand will He hold?
Nobody ever the story has told !"
Bending we caught the last words of his breath,
just as he entered the valley of death :
"God sent His Son ! Whosoever, said Hi,
Then I am sure that He sent Him for me !"
Smiling, he said, as his last sigh he spent,
"I am so glad that for me He was sent !"
Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west,
"Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest !"
Tell it again ! Tell it again !
Salvation's story repeat o'er and o'er,
Till none can say of the children of men,
"Nobody ever has told me before."
Mrs M.B.C. Slade