There Are Homes Of Want


There are homes of want and sorrow,
There are haunts of sin and shame,
Where no loving voice and tender,
Whispers the Redeemer’s name;
Yet for all these sorrow-burdened,
And for all these sin enslaved,
Jesus paid the price of ransom,
And would have them reached and saved.

Refrain:
For the sake of Jesus, brother,
Heed the loud, despairing cry!
Go and lead them to the Savior!
Help to save them ere they die!

Can we not be doing something
To reclaim the lost who stray,
And in blindness and in folly,
Walk in sin’s destructive way?
Can we not, with heart like Jesus,
And with love as warm as his,
Go and find them, and entreat them
To accept his grace and peace? [Refrain]

Oh, how sad their hearts, and weary!
Oh, how weak these souls, and faint!
How they thirst for life’s pure water!
Hear you not their deep complaint?
For the sake of Jesus, brother,
Heed their loud, despairing, cry!
Go and lead them to the Savior!
Help to save them ere they die! [Refrain]