Oh, hark to the crying!
The nations are dying,
The nations of earth
In their fathomless woe!
Oh, hark to the groaning:
All nature is moaning;
Unceasing the anguish,
Unending its flow.

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Oh, haste where they languish
In blindness and anguish,
Soul-sick and soul-hungry,
In madness and strife;
And tell the glad story,
Of pardon and glo­ry,
Of healing and beauty,
And fullness of life.

There’s a tree of God’s planting,
With leafage enchanting,
That cures all earth’s madness,
And blindness, and care;
And with power supernal,
With pity eter­nal,
He offers this balm
For her pain and despair.

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The nations are crying,
Yes, falling and dying!
Oh, hasten to tell
Of the life-giving tree
Which grows by the river,
That floweth for­ev­er,
From the throne of God’s mercy,
Abundant and free.

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