Hear the Wail

Hear the wail across the sea

Comes from mill­ions un­to thee—

Weary ones who might be free

Did they but know of Cal­va­ry.

Wailing

wail­ing o’er the sea;

Wailing

wail­ing un­to thee;

Wailing

wail­ing to be free;

Go

tell them all of Cal­va­ry.

Hear the wail of brok­en hearts

Rise from sla­ve­ry’s cru­el marts!

There’s a balm for bit­ter smarts—

The balm that’s found at Cal­va­ry.

Wailing of the pro­phet cursed

Of fa­na­tics

wild­est

worst

Help us

Lord

their chains to burst

And set them free by Cal­va­ry.

Hear the wail from priest-crushed lands

Man’s de­vice for God’s com­mands—

Forms at count­less as the sands

Have blocked the way to Cal­va­ry.

Wailings reach this fa­vored shore

Wailings ceas­ing nev­er­more;

Men are dy­ing ev­er­more;

Go

tell them all of Cal­va­ry.