Long have they waited
In the dark heathen lands
For the pure living water
From the dear Sav­ior’s hands;
Still they are waiting
For the Gos­pel to come:
Let us hasten to tell them
Of our heavenly home.

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Hark! hear them calling
From every dark land;
Who will obey
The dear Sav­ior’s command?
Go with the Gos­pel,
The rough billows brave,
And lead them to Je­sus,
Who only can save.

Long have they waited
For the pure living Word,
Since the Gos­pel of Hea­ven
Was proclaimed by the Lord;
Teach every nation,
Our Re­deem­er’s command,
Yet we have not enlightened
Every dark heathen land.

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Patiently waiting
For the heavenly light,
Precious souls still are sleeping
In a dark, sinful night;
Pity them, brother,
Oh, how great is their need!
They have no one to teach them,
And no Bi­ble to read.

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Long have they waited,
Over two thousand years;
Still we leave them in darkness
And in dread sinful fears;
Where is the worker
Who will leave friends and home,
To deliver poor heathens
From the wrath that’s to come?

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