A Cry For Light

[82 words] There comes a wail of anguishAcross the ocean wave-It pleads for help, O Christians,Poor dying souls to save. Those far-off heathen natives,Who sit in darkest night,Now stretch their hands imploring,And cry to us for light. We have the blessed gospel;We know its priceless worth;We read the grand old storyOf Christ the Saviour’s birth. O haste ye, faithful workers,To them the tidings bear-Glad tidings of salvation,That they our light may share. Anonymous…