Through Midnight Gloom from Macedon

Through mid­night gloom from Ma­ce­don

The cry of my­ri­ads as of one

The voice­ful si­lence of des­pair

Is elo­quent in aw­ful pray­er

The soul’s ex­ceed­ing bit­ter cry

Come o’er and help us

or we die.

How mourn­ful­ly it ech­oes on

For half the earth is Ma­ce­don!

These breth­ren to their breth­ren call

And by the Love which loved them all

And by the whole world’s Life they cry

O ye that live

be­hold we die!

By oth­er sounds our ears are won

Than that which wails from Ma­ce­don;

The roar of gain is round us rolled

Or we un­to them­selves are sold

And can­not list the ali­en cry

O hear and help us

lest we die!

Yet with that cry from Ma­ce­don

The ve­ry car of Christ rolls on!

I come; who would abide My day

In yon­der wilds pre­pare My way!

My voice is cry­ing in their cry:

Help ye the dy­ing

lest ye die.

O once

for men

of man the Son

Yes

Thine the cry from Ma­ce­don!

O by the king­dom and the pow­er

And glo­ry of Thine ad­vent hour

Wake heart and will to hear their cry;

Help us to help them

lest we die!

Yet fair the hope that speeds us on

With psalms of praise for Ma­ce­don!

Thy bless­ing giv’n

Thy pro­mise bright

Are ear­nest sweet of morn­ing light

Till Al­le­lu­ia be the cry

Of souls that live and shall not die!