O’er Hoarse Atlantic’s Wave

O’er hoarse At­lan­tic’s wave

From Af­ric comes the cry

O Christ­ians! haste and save

Ere in our want we die!

Our starv­ing souls have ne’er been fed;

Oh! bring to us the Liv­ing Bread!

And broad Pa­ci­fic’s shore

Re-echoes with the call

From Chi­na waft­ed o’er

Beseeching one and all

To kin­dle in the flow­ery clime

The Lamp of Life

the Light di­vine.

And In­dia’s my­ri­ad sons

Stretch forth their dus­ky hands;

Crying

O fa­vored ones

Who dwell in Gos­pel lands

Send to our long­ing

thirs­ty souls

The stream that with sal­va­tion rolls.

And shall we care­less live

With these great gifts in store?

Nor from our full­ness give

To spread from shore to shore

Glad tid­ings from the courts ab­ove

Of our Im­ma­nu­el’s bound­less love?

Pardon our cold­ness

Lord!

Our lang­uid souls in­spire.

May Thy life giv­ing Word

Kindle a ho­ly fire

In ev­ery heart that owns Thy sway

And hast­en the mil­len­ni­al day!