We pray for those who do not pray!
Who waste, O Lord, sal­va­tion’s day;
For those we love who love not Thee—
Our grief, their dan­ger, pi­ty­ing see.

Those for whom ma­ny tears are shed,
And bless­ings breathed up­on their head;
The child­ren of Thy peo­ple save,
From god­less life and hope­less grave.

Hear fa­thers, mo­thers, as they pray
For sons, for daugh­ters far away—
Brother for bro­ther, friend for friend—
Hear all our pray­ers that up­wards blend.

We pray for those who long have heard,
But still ne­glect Thy gra­cious Word;
Soften the hearts ob­dur­ate made
By calls un­heed­ed, vows de­layed.

Release the drunk­ard from his chain,
Save those be­guiled by plea­sure vain,
Set free the slaves of lust, and bring
Back to their home the wan­der­ing.

The hope­less cheer; guide those who doubt;
Restore the lost; cast no one out;
For all that are far off we pray,
Since we were once far off as they.