The Cry of the Heathen

Millions in hea­then lands

ov­er the sea;

Wandering in sin and night

and mi­se­ry.

Oh hear their bit­ter cry!

O heed e’er they die!

Oh quick­ly to them fly

their souls to save!

Boundless the love of God; man­kind to win

Yielding His on­ly Son to save from sin.

Oh

who the news will tell

That saves from sin and hell

And will all fear dis­pel—Oh

who will go?

Jesus com­mands to go to ev­ery land

From Green­land’s gleam­ing snow to Af­ric’s strand.

No long­er then de­lay

Or needless wait­ing stay;

Oh

quick­ly speed away; oh

heed His word.

Jesus for them did bleed on Cal­va­ry;

For them does in­ter­cede up in the sky.

He bids us quick­ly go

That they His love may know

And turn from sin and woe

and now be saved.

Oh

how for help they cry to you and me!

Jesus can sa­tis­fy

He can set free.

Who will the tid­ings take?

Who will from sin awake?

Oh

who for Je­sus sake

will to them go?