The whole wide world for Je­sus,
But while we give and pray
For those in hea­then dark­ness,
Some near us go as­tray.
They need the Gos­pel mes­sage,
The lost ones at our door;
God left them in our keep­ing
The out­cast and the poor.

The whole wide world for Je­sus,
In lands of hea­then gloom,
Let some one tell the sto­ry,
Till all the de­serts bloom;
But let no err­ing bro­ther
Away from mer­cy roam,
Where God has left His child­ren
To lead the lost ones home.

The whole wide world for Je­sus;
Out where no sig­nals burn
Some ships drift with the tempest,
And ne­ver more re­turn;
But sad­der far the wreck­ing
Beneath the har­bor light,
Forgive us, Lord, for let­ting
Souls perish in our sight.

The whole wide world for Je­sus;
Not long may we pro­claim
To those who need the Sav­ior
Salvation in His name.
The har­vest is around us,
And we must faith­ful be,
If we would hear the wel­come,
Ye did it un­to Me.