From the land of Africa
Comes a faint cry:
'Send us the Gospel—
To save ere we die.'

Dying unconscious
Of a heavenly home
We know not the Saviour.
What will be our doom?

Send us a teacher
Who will show us the way.
We know not the law—
How can we obey?

Come to us quickly,
We have thrown wide the gate;
Millions of souls
Do anxiously wait.