Behold the hands stretched out for aid, Darkened by sin and sore dismayed; Oh, will you to their rescue go, Lost wand’rers down to endless woe? Refrain We’ll girdle the globe with salvation, With holiness unto the Lord; And light shall illumine each nation, The light from the lamp of His Word. In heathen lands they watch and wait, And sigh for help which comes so late, And grope in sin and nature’s night, Forever vainly seeking light. Refrain Oh, flash the tidings! shout the sound, In darkest lands the world around, Till all the earth from pole to pole, Shall full salvation echoes roll. Refrain The watch fires kindle far and near, In ev’ry land let them appear, Till burning lines of Gospel fire, Shall gird the world and mount up higher. Refrain