Is it nothing to you, O you Christian,
That Africa walks in the night?
That Christians at home deny them
The blessed gospel light.
The cry goes up this morning
From a heart-broken race of slaves;
And seven hundred every hour
Sink into a Christ-less grave.
Is it nothing to you, O you Christians,
While you may, have you naught to do?
Millions in Africa are dying unsaved,
And is it nothing to you?
Sent in By Mrs. D. L. Dye
Published in JAN 1950,
Western Tract News