Hear the Cry

O’er the ocean’s roll­ing wa­ters

From an east­ern land to­day

Comes a cry from hea­then daugh­ters

Save us ere we’re lost for aye.

Loud we hear their voic­es cry­ing

Borne up­on each float­ing breeze;

For their souls in sin are dy­ing

While we id­ly wait at ease.

Who will go

oh

who will go

Bear the mes­sage o’er the sea?

Oh

who will go?

Home and friends to us seem near­er

As we hear their plead­ing cry;

Native land seems even dear­er—

Still in tears they moan and sigh.

Will not some one leave his na­tion?

You are saved

but we are lost!

Jesus died for all cre­ation—

Who will come at any cost?

Tho’ your home and friends you cher­ish

Will you not re­gard the cries

From the lips of those who per­ish

As they rend the vault­ed skies?

Many come with sect con­fu­sion

Who them­selves are in the night

Bringing on­ly more de­lu­sion:

Who will bring the Gos­pel light?

Go

my bro­ther

o’er the ocean

Leave be­hind all earth­ly dross

Prove to God thy life’s de­vo­tion

Lift the ban­ner of His cross.

Jesus left His home in glo­ry

Died to set the cap­tives free;

Go and tell the won­drous sto­ry

Bear the mes­sage o’er the sea.