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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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