From California’s Vineyards

From Ca­li­for­nia’s vine­yards

To Ca­ro­li­na’s strand

We hear the wail of ang­uish

That ris­es in our land

From Maine to Mis­sis­sip­pi

We see the blight of sin

And hear the groans of sor­row

Above our ci­ty’s din.

We’ll heed the Sav­ior’s sum­mons

On wings of love we fly

To bear the Gos­pel mes­sage

Ere at our door they die.

From Asia’s dark do­min­ions

And Af­ric’s burn­ing sand

Like migh­ty streams of wa­ter

They pour in­to our land.

From Eur­ope’s crowd­ed ci­ties

They flow from year to year

And bring their crimes and vic­es

And su­per­sti­tions here.

From ma­ny a haunt of ev­il

From ma­ny a home of shame

We must their souls de­li­ver

From sin in Je­sus’ name.

In many a street and al­ley

They wan­der to and fro

And swift­ly down are sink­ing

To realms of end­less woe.

Glad tid­ings of sal­va­tion

We thus shall speed along

Till ev­ery place of sor­row

Becomes a place of song;

Till slaves of vice and fol­ly

At Je­sus’ feet shall fall

And claim His great sal­va­tion

And crown Him Lord of all.