Brother, hear the cry from the dark domain,
Where they have no knowledge of the Savior’s name;
See the darkening night, hear the plaintive cry,
Send us now the Gospel, or our souls must die.
Brother, they are crying, crying unto you,
Save us from eternal shame;
Trembling on the brink of the world of woe,
Dying for the knowledge of the Savior’s name.
Dying all unconscious of the deadly ill;
Frenzied by the fever of the fatal chill;
Blinded by deception of the world’s dread foe;
Standing on the margin of eternal woe.
Sadly they are crying, tho’ no voice we hear;
Sinking to perdition, yet they feel no fear;
Silently they’re pleading by their sin and shame,
Crying for the knowledge of the Savior’s name.
Christian, you have feasted on the Savior’s love,
Tasted of the pleasures of the world above;
Will you with indifference hear your brother’s cry,
Send us now the Gospel, or our souls must die?