Awake, O Chris­tian, from thy sleep,
And heed thy bro­ther’s call!
He cries to thee across the deep,
Where dark­est sha­dows falls.
From sin and guilt and wretch­ed­ness
He knows not where to flee;
Go tell him how the Lord can bless!
Thy bro­ther calls to thee.

’Mid deep­est gloom and dark­est night
He lifts his help­less hands;
Can aught but Je­sus give him light
Or break his cr­uel bands?
Then send, O send the Mas­ter’s Word
Across the wide blue sea,
Where Ma­ce­don­ia’s cry is heard!
Thy bro­ther calls to thee.

O save the lost, the sin­ner turn!
To blind men send the light!
O let thy soul with ar­dor burn
To lead them to the right;
Then ush­er in that glo­ri­ous day,
The king­dom yet to be,
When all shall own the Mas­ter’s sway!
Thy bro­ther calls to thee.