Hark! what mean those la­men­ta­tions,
Rolling sad­ly through the sky?
’Tis the cry of hea­then na­tions,
Come and help, or we die!

Lost and help­less and de­spond­ing,
Wrapped in er­ror’s night they lie;
To their cries your hearts re­spond­ing,
Haste to help them ere they die.

Hark! again those la­men­ta­tions
Rolling sad­ly through the sky,
Louder cry the hea­then na­tions—
Come and help us, or we die.

Hear the hea­then’s sad com­plain­ing,
Christians, hear their dy­ing cry;
And the love of Christ con­strain­ing,
Join to help them, ere they die.