Hark! what mean those lamentations
Rolling sadly through the sky?
’Tis the cry of heathen nations
Come and help
or we die!
Lost and helpless and desponding
Wrapped in error’s night they lie;
To their cries your hearts responding
Haste to help them ere they die.
Hark! again those lamentations
Rolling sadly through the sky
Louder cry the heathen nations—
Come and help us
or we die.
Hear the heathen’s sad complaining
Christians
hear their dying cry;
And the love of Christ constraining
Join to help them
ere they die.
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