A Cry For Light

[82 words]

There comes a wail of anguish
Across 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 story
Of 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.


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