A Plaintive Plea

A plaint­ive plea comes o’er the sea

From na­tions in dis­tress;

From dark­est night they ask for light

Their ru­ined land to bless.

A plaint­ive plea comes o’er the sea;

How long

O Lord

still must they wait?

Oh

hast­en there with faith and pray­er

Or soon ’twill be too late.

The rip­ened grain on In­dia’s plain

Still waits for reap­ers true;

Hours swift­ly fly while dai­ly die

The mill­ions in their woe.

The strong com­mand to ev­ery land—

Go

spread the Gos­pel news!

Then haste away

till truth shall sway

Its scep­ter o’er the seas.

A plaint­ive plea

oh

can it be

Their souls are doomed and lost?

Go save them now till all shall bow

Before the Sav­ior’s cross.