In lands full of dark­ness
Across the blue wave,
Are ma­ny dear child­ren
The Lord died to save;
Who, reach­ing out hands
From far ov­er the sea,
Are plead­ing for light
Shining on us so free.

No kind Chris­tian par­ents
To show them the way,
To tell them of Je­sus,
To teach them to pray;
To lead them in path­ways
Of wis­dom and truth,
And teach them the love
Of our God in their youth.

No Bi­ble to bright­en
Their path­way of gloom,
No hope full of glo­ry
Beyond the dark tomb;
No pro­mise of God
The sad soul to sus­tain,
No know­ledge that death
To the Chris­tian is gain.

No Je­sus, no Bi­ble—
How sad is the sight,
While here o’er our path­way
The Gos­pel shines bright;
Lord, op­en our hearts
To the poor child­ren there,
To give them the Bi­ble,
Our help, and our pray­er.