Souls in Heathen Darkness Lying

Souls in hea­then dark­ness ly­ing

Where no light has brok­en through;

Souls that Je­sus bought by dy­ing

Whom His soul in tra­vail knew;

Thousand voic­es

Call us o’er the wa­ters blue;

Thousand voic­es

Call us o’er the wa­ters blue.

Christians

heark­en! None has taught them

Of His love so deep and dear;

Of the pre­cious price that bought them:

Nail

and thorn

and cru­el spear.

Ye who know Him

Guide them from their dark­ness drear;

Ye who know Him

Guide them from their dark­ness drear.

Still the earth hath cru­el places

Wrath

and hate

and ven­geance grim

Still God looks on hu­man fac­es

Heavenward turned

but not to Him;

Slaves in bond­age

Worse than of fet­tered limb;

Slaves in bond­age

Worse than of fet­tered limb.

Lo! the hills for har­vest whit­en

All along each dist­ant shore.

Seaward far the is­lands bright­en

Light of nat­ions

lead us o’er!

When we seek them

Let Thy Spir­it go be­fore;

When we seek them

Let Thy Spir­it go be­fore.

Haste

oh

haste

and spread the tid­ings

Let no shore be left un­trod

Let no bro­ther’s bit­ter chid­ings

Haunt us from the fur­ther sod;

Tell the hea­then

All the pre­cious truths of God

Tell the hea­then

All the pre­cious truths of God.