The Perishing Millions

In the lands of pa­gan dark­ness

Millions per­ish­ing to­day;

Knowing naught of Je­sus’ good­ness

Naught of Christ

the liv­ing way.

Millions call­ing; bro­ther

listen—

Rushing

sweep­ing on to hell;

O’er the ocean let us hast­en

Christ’s re­deem­ing love to tell.

Millions there in hea­then blind­ness

Going down to end­less woe;

Knowing naught of Je­sus’ kind­ness

How He died

He loved them so.

Millions there in dark­ness plead­ing

Calling now to you and me

Brother

are you ev­en heed­ing?

Calling now they are to thee.

Millions there in dark­ness dy­ing

Christ un­known

with­out a hope;

Brother

they to you are cry­ing

As they thro’ their dark­ness grope.

Millions there

great tem­ples throng­ing

Seeking help of wood and stone;

Brother

they for help are long­ing

Help that can for sin atone.