One Thousand-Million Souls

One thou­sand-mill­ion souls!

In deep and dark des­pair

They lie in speech­less woe

In wan and wea­ry care.

No God

no Christ

no hope

In ray­less gloom they grope

And dy­ing

with­out hope

And dying with­out hope.

’Mid Chi­na’s peo­pled plains

Or Greenl­and’s froz­en snow

Where In­dia’s tem­ple fanes

In glit­ter­ing splen­dors glow—

On ma­ny an ocean isle

’Mid na­ture’s sweet­est smile

One night of hor­ror reigns

One night of hor­ror reigns.

One thou­sand-mill­ion souls

As hope­less wan­der­ers die

No gleam of light ap­pears

Along their dark­ened sky.

No Christ to them made known

No blood which doth atone

For sins of deep­est dye

For sins of deep­est dye.

And must they die un­sought?

Die in their voice­less grief?

Die

’mid their woes un­taught?

Die like the with­ered leaf?

And in their hour of need

Shall none give will­ing heed

Or send the craved re­lief

Or send the craved re­lief?

No

no

it must not be—

Rise

slug­gish Church of God

The Sav­ior calls to thee:

Thro’ all the earth abroad

Go

ere the years are flown

And there My love make known

Wherever man hath trod

Wherever man hath trod.