The whole wide world for Je­sus,
But while we give and pray
For those in heathen darkness,
Some near us go as­tray.
They need the Gos­pel message,
The lost ones at our door;
God left them in our keeping
The outcast and the poor.

The whole wide world for Je­sus,
In lands of heathen gloom,
Let some one tell the story,
Till all the deserts bloom;
But let no erring brother
Away from mercy roam,
Where God has left His children
To lead the lost ones home.

The whole wide world for Je­sus;
Out where no signals burn
Some ships drift with the tempest,
And ne­ver more return;
But sadder far the wrecking
Beneath the harbor light,
Forgive us, Lord, for letting
Souls perish in our sight.

The whole wide world for Je­sus;
Not long may we pro­claim
To those who need the Sav­ior
Salvation in His name.
The harvest is around us,
And we must faithful be,
If we would hear the welcome,
Ye did it unto Me.