1 Souls in heathen darkness lying,
Where no light has broken through,
Souls that Jesus bought by dying,
Whom His soul in travail knew;
Thousand voices, thousand voices
Call us o’er the waters blue.

2 Christians, hearken! None has taught them
Of His love so deep and dear;
Of the precious price that bought them;
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear;
Ye who know Him, ye who know Him,
Guide them from their darkness drear.

3 Haste, O haste, and spread the tidings
Wide to earth’s remotest strand;
Let no brother’s bitter chidings
Rise against us when we stand
In the judgment, in the judgment,
From some far, forgotten land.

4 Lo, the hills for harvest whiten,
All along each distant shore;
Seaward far the islands brighten;
Light of nations, lead us o’er:
When we seek them, when we seek them,
Let Thy Spirit go before.