Do you hear the call of our Mother, From over the sea, from over the sea? The call to her children, in every land; To her sons on Afric's far-stretch'd veldt; To her dark-skinned children on India's shore,...
In the morn of the world, at the daybreak of time, When Kingdoms were few and Empires unknown, God searched for a Ruler to sceptre the land, And gather the harvest from the seed He had sown....
Across the waste, across the snow, O the pity! O the pity! Past sentinel of friend and foe O the pity! O the pity! Comes the Christ-Child clad in white Through the storm-clouds of the night....