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Lord, when we cast our eyes abroad,
And see on heathen altars slain,
Poor helpless babes for sacrifice,
To purge their parents’ dismal stain;
We can’t behold such horrid deeds
Without a groan of ardent pray’r;
And while each heart in anguish bleeds,
We cry, Lord, send thy gospel there.
For them we pray, for them we wait,
To them thy great salvation show;
Thy harvest, Lord, is truly great,
But faithful laborers are few.
0 send out preachers, gracious Lord,
Among that dark, bewilder’d race;
Open their eyes, and bless thy word,
And call them by thy sov'reign grace.
Then shall they shout thy honor’d name,
And sound thy matchless praise abroad;
And we will join them in the theme,
Salvation to our risen God.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Lk 10:2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 617 | D | | # 572 | E | | # 290 | Eb | | # 418 | Eb | | # 311 | F | | # 683 | F | | # 834 | No key | | # 224 | Eb | | # 773 | Eb |
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