Hymnal ‎#292

292. Souls in heathen darkness lying

1 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.

2 Christians, hearken! None has taught them
Of His love so deep and dear;
Of the precious price that bought them;
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear;
Ye who know Him,
Guide them from their darkness drear.

3 Haste, Oh haste, and spread the tidings,
Wide to earth's remotest strand;
Let no brother's bitter chidings
Rise against us, when we stand
In the judgment,
From some far, forgotten land.

4 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Souls in heathen darkness lying
• Author: Cecil F. Alexander
• Meter: 8s. 7s. 4s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Topic: Missions and Charities

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