Bourne H. Draper, 1775-1843

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Isaiah 52:7

Many of us are often guilty of taking our pastors, missionaries, and Christian leaders for granted. Seldom do we take time to really know them as persons or to let them know how much we appreciate their ministries.

Where would our world be today had there never been any missionaries and ministers of the Gospel? Wherever the Gospel has been preached, churches, schools, hospitals, social improvements, and advances in civilization have followed. Even in our own local communities it is often the rescue missions and other Christian organizations that are doing the most effective work in meeting the physical needs in order to reach total needs of people--most importantly, their eternal, spiritual need of salvation.

"Ye Christian Heralds" is taken from a seven-verse poem titled "Farewell to Missionaries", which first appeared in an English newspaper in about 1803. Two years later it was reprinted in a hymnal with the title "On the Departure of the Missionaries". One of the poem's omitted verses not found in our hymnals is of interest:

Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns,
On Afric shores, on India's plains;
On wilds and continents unknown,
And be the universe Thine own.

The author of this text, Bourne Draper, was a Baptist minister who served most of his life in the Baptist Church in Southhampton, England. Although he authored a number of other works, Draper is best known today for this one hymn written as a young man while he was preparing for the Christian ministry.

Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim
Salvation through Emmanuel’s Name;
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the Rose of Sharon there.

Ruler of worlds, display Thy power,
Be this Thy Zion’s favored hour;
Bid the bright morning star arise,
And point the nations to the skies.

Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns,
On Afric shores, on India’s plains;
On wilds and continents unknown,
And be the universe Thine own!

Speak and the world shall hear Thy voice;
Speak and the deserts shall rejoice!
Scatter the shades of mortal night;
Let worthless idols flee the light!

Trusting in Him, dear brethren, rear
The Gospel standard void of fear;
Go seek with joy your destined shore,
To view your native land no more.

He’ll shield you with a wall of fire,
With flaming zeal your hearts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And hush the tempests into peace.

And when our labors are all o’er,
Then we shall meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood bought throng to fall,
And crown our Jesus, Lord of all!

*For Today*: Psalm 96; Isaiah 6:8; Mark 16:15; Acts 1:8; Romans 10:13-15; I Corinthians 3:8 & 9

Determine to read in the near future a biography of some great missionary statesman. Also write a personal letter to one of your church missionaries. Then let your pastor know how much you appreciate his ministry.

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Taken from Amazing Grace -- 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions © Copyright 1990 by Kenneth W. Osbeck. Published by Kregel Publications, Grand Rapids, MI. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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