Hearts are longing, hearts are sighing,
Seeking rest they cannot find,
In the wilds of sin they wander,
Heart sore, footsore, weary, blind.
Will you go and bring the message
Of the one whose arm can save,
From the snare of death and sorrow,
From the power of sin and grave?
Chorus
Honest hearts to you are crying,
God is list’ning to their cry.
He is pleading, “Will you leave them,
Leave them in their sin to die?”