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Long have they waited
in the dark heathen lands
For the pure living water
from the dear Savior’s hands;
Still they are waiting for
the gospel to come,
Let us hasten to tell them
of our heavenly home.
Hark! hear them calling
from every dark land,
Who will obey
the dear Savior’s command?
Go with the gospel,
the rough billows brave,
And lead them to Jesus
who only can save.
Long have they waited
for the pure living word,
Since the gospel of heaven
was proclaimed by the Lord;
“Teach every nation,”
was the hasty command,
Yet we have not enlightened
every dark heathen land.
Hark! hear them calling
from every dark land,
Who will obey
the dear Savior’s command?
Go with the gospel,
the rough billows brave,
And lead them to Jesus
who only can save.
Patiently waiting
for the heavenly light,
Precious souls still
are sleeping in a dark, sinful night;
Pity them, brother,
oh, how great is their need!
They have no one to teach them,
and no Bible to read.
Hark! hear them calling
from every dark land,
Who will obey
the dear Savior’s command?
Go with the gospel,
the rough billows brave,
And lead them to Jesus
who only can save.
Long have they waited,
nearly two thousand years,
Still we leave them in darkness
and in dread sinful fears;
Where is the worker
who will leave friends and home,
To deliver poor heathens
from the wrath that’s to come?
Hark! hear them calling
from every dark land,
Who will obey
the dear Savior’s command?
Go with the gospel,
the rough billows brave,
And lead them to Jesus
who only can save.
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11 13 11 13 r 10 10 10 11
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1911
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