In the lands of pa­gan dark­ness,
Millions per­ish­ing to­day;
Knowing naught of Je­sus’ good­ness,
Naught of Christ, the liv­ing way.

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Millions call­ing; bro­ther, listen—
Rushing, sweep­ing on to hell;
O’er the ocean let us hast­en,
Christ’s re­deem­ing love to tell.

Millions there in hea­then blind­ness,
Going down to end­less woe;
Knowing naught of Je­sus’ kind­ness,
How He died, He loved them so.

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Millions there in dark­ness plead­ing,
Calling now to you and me,
Brother, are you ev­en heed­ing?
Calling now they are to thee.

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Millions there in dark­ness dy­ing,
Christ un­known, with­out a hope;
Brother, they to you are cry­ing,
As they thro’ their dark­ness grope.

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Millions there, great tem­ples throng­ing,
Seeking help of wood and stone;
Brother, they for help are long­ing,
Help that can for sin atone.

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