Out where the millions are perishing, dying;
Out where the tidings have never been heard;
Out where the heart of the heathen is crying,
Aching and breaking for God's holy Word.
Out where the grossest of sin is the fashion,
There where the gods are of silver and gold;
Send me there Lord, with a God-given passion,
There where the story has never been told.
Out where the millions are woefully waiting;
Out where temptation and trial never cease;
Out whre there's fearing and fighting and hating,
There where the heathen heart cries out for peace.
Out where the blackness means darkness forever;
Out where the future looks cursed and cold.
Send me there Lord, sins bindings to sever,
There where the story has never been told.
Out where the millions are brooding and broken;
Offering blood that can never atone;
Out where God's message has never been spoken,
Out where the soul knows no way to God's throne.
Go, said the Master and that's my commission.
Go, bring the wondering ones into the fold.
Blessed Holy Spirit send me out with a vision,
There where the story has never been told!
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