Hear the Clink of the Coins

1 Hear the clink of the coins as they jingle in the hand,
Soon they'll start on their way to some far off heathen land,
And perhaps, if our friends will but generously give,
We can send some 'way off where our western missionaries live.
For you know you may go to the prairies bleak and cold,
And you'll find people there who possess but little gold;
And they care not for God, and religious duties shrink,
But they're taught by the men whom we send to do the work.
Hear the clink of the coins as they jingle in the hand,
Soon they'll start on their way to some far off heathen land,
And perhaps, if our friends will but generously give,
We can send some 'way off where our western missionaries live.

2 Hear the crisp dollar bills as they rustle in the hand,
'Twouldn't take such a pile to redeem our glorious land;
For you know if we gave but a single cent each day,
Soon you'd see a church in ev'ry town wherever you might stray.
Jesus loves willing souls, and a blessing He imparts,
If we give from our store all we can, with cheerful hearts;
So let's give Him ourselves, and what things to us belong,
And with souls filled with joy, join in this our happy song.
Hear the clink of the coins as they jingle in the hand,
Soon they'll start on their way to some far off heathen land,
And perhaps, if our friends will but generously give,
We can send some 'way off where our western missionaries live.


Source: International Song Service: with Bright Gems from fifty authors, for Sunday-schools, gospel meetings, missionary and young people's societies, prayer-meetings, etc. #158