There comes a sound of woe

1 There comes a sound of woe,
Sad, sad, with pain,
From heathen lands afar,
Over the main,
O dear children, hear that cry,
Save us, help us, or we die.

Chorus:
O, dear children, hear that cry,
Save us, help us, or we die.

2 'Tis but little you can do,
Yet do it well,
Christ will smile on from Heaven,
Where he doth dwell,
Send abroad my word of love,
Is the mandate from above.

Chorus:
Send abroad my word of love,
Is the mandate from above.

3 Give to those suffering ones,
My words of peace;
Teach them the way of life,
But sighing cease.
In the ways the saints have trod,
Lead them safely home to God.

Chorus:
In the ways the saints have trod,
Lead them safely home to God.

4 Tell them how Jesus died,
Their souls to save;
Tell of that happy life
Beyond the grave.
Each one keep this thought in view,
You for Christ can something do.

Chorus:
Each one keep this thought in view,
You for Christ can something do.

Source: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #90