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?

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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?

Refrain