Hear the wail across the sea
Comes from mill­ions un­to thee—
Weary ones who might be free
Did they but know of Cal­va­ry.

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Wailing, wail­ing o’er the sea;
Wailing, wail­ing un­to thee;
Wailing, wail­ing to be free;
Go, tell them all of Cal­va­ry.

Hear the wail of brok­en hearts
Rise from sla­ve­ry’s cru­el marts!
There’s a balm for bit­ter smarts—
The balm that’s found at Cal­va­ry.

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Wailing of the pro­phet cursed,
Of fa­na­tics, wild­est, worst,
Help us, Lord, their chains to burst,
And set them free by Cal­va­ry.

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Hear the wail from priest-crushed lands,
Man’s de­vice for God’s com­mands—
Forms at count­less as the sands
Have blocked the way to Cal­va­ry.

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Wailings reach this fa­vored shore,
Wailings ceas­ing nev­er­more;
Men are dy­ing ev­er­more;
Go, tell them all of Cal­va­ry.

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