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AFRICA'S CRY.
From the land of Africa
Comes a faint cry:
“Send us the Gospel—
To save ere we die.”
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?
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?
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.
We have thrown wide the gate;
Millions of souls
Do anxiously wait.
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