Millions in hea­then lands, ov­er the sea;
Wandering in sin and night, and mi­se­ry.
Oh hear their bit­ter cry!
O heed e’er they die!
Oh quick­ly to them fly, their souls to save!

Boundless the love of God; man­kind to win
Yielding His on­ly Son to save from sin.
Oh, who the news will tell,
That saves from sin and hell,
And will all fear dis­pel—Oh, who will go?

Jesus com­mands to go to ev­ery land,
From Green­land’s gleam­ing snow to Af­ric’s strand.
No long­er then de­lay,
Or needless wait­ing stay;
Oh, quick­ly speed away; oh, heed His word.

Jesus for them did bleed on Cal­va­ry;
For them does in­ter­cede up in the sky.
He bids us quick­ly go,
That they His love may know,
And turn from sin and woe, and now be saved.

Oh, how for help they cry to you and me!
Jesus can sa­tis­fy, He can set free.
Who will the tid­ings take?
Who will from sin awake?
Oh, who for Je­sus sake, will to them go?