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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