Come over…and help us. Acts 16:9
Send us a Savior, hear the nations cry;
Why in the darkness must we pine and die?
Is there no helper for the sore oppressed?
Is there no refuge where the weary rest?
Bitter the cry of a race in sin,
Groping for light, yet it breaks not in;
Shall they die, while we cry,
Send us a Savior, we pray?
Send us a Savior, for our altar fires
Bring not the peace for which the soul aspires;
Cleansed from our sin, from wrath divine set free,
This is our need of needs, for this our plea.
Send us a Savior, for our hearts are sore,
Broken in spirit, we can bear no more;
Hearts torn with anguish clamor loud for peace;
Is there no strong one who can bring release?