Oh, hark to the cry­ing!
The na­tions are dy­ing,
The na­tions of earth
In their fa­thom­less woe!
Oh, hark to the groan­ing:
All na­ture is moan­ing;
Unceasing the ang­uish,
Unending its flow.

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Oh, haste where they lang­uish
In blindness and anguish,
Soul-sick and soul-hun­gry,
In mad­ness and strife;
And tell the glad sto­ry,
Of par­don and glo­ry,
Of heal­ing and beau­ty,
And full­ness of life.

There’s a tree of God’s plant­ing,
With leaf­age en­chant­ing,
That cures all earth’s mad­ness,
And blind­ness, and care;
And with pow­er su­per­nal,
With pi­ty eter­nal,
He of­fers this balm
For her pain and des­pair.

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The na­tions are cry­ing,
Yes, fall­ing and dy­ing!
Oh, hast­en to tell
Of the life-giv­ing tree
Which grows by the river,
That flow­eth for­ev­er,
From the throne of God’s mer­cy,
Abundant and free.

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