by Guest » Tue Feb 19, 2013 3:30 am
Hi Bob V,
We read Psalm 142:4 in devotions tonight and I thought of this song.
I tried to look up the lyrics online, but found your request instead.
My favorite memory of this song is a duet sung by some dear friends of my parents who are career missionaries in Brazil.
So here's a copy of the words from Singspiration Favorites #6. Copyright Rachel Guiley Alfors 1944, assigned to Singspiration 1972.
May it motivate us to love and good works.
No Man Careth for My Soul
Far away on distant shores Many souls are in despair,
For their hearts are sad and weighted down with sin;
And their tear-stained faces plead For relief from all their care
Persecution from without and fear within.
Poor lost souls with blinded eyes Grope about in sin's dark night,
Kneeling down before their gods of wood and stone.
Can we see them dying there, Still denied the gospel light,
Let them go into eternity alone?
Lord, I've heard the millions cry And my life to Thee I give;
Winning souls for Thee, dear Lord, will be my goal.
Send me out to distant shores, Let me labor there and live,
Let me tell each one, "Christ careth for your soul!"
Chorus:
"No man careth for my soul," Thus cry the millions!
"No man careth for my soul," O hear their plea!
Won't you give your life today To spread the gospel,
So that Christ can save their souls and set them free?
Hi Bob V,
We read Psalm 142:4 in devotions tonight and I thought of this song.
I tried to look up the lyrics online, but found your request instead.
My favorite memory of this song is a duet sung by some dear friends of my parents who are career missionaries in Brazil.
So here's a copy of the words from Singspiration Favorites #6. Copyright Rachel Guiley Alfors 1944, assigned to Singspiration 1972.
May it motivate us to love and good works.
No Man Careth for My Soul
Far away on distant shores Many souls are in despair,
For their hearts are sad and weighted down with sin;
And their tear-stained faces plead For relief from all their care
Persecution from without and fear within.
Poor lost souls with blinded eyes Grope about in sin's dark night,
Kneeling down before their gods of wood and stone.
Can we see them dying there, Still denied the gospel light,
Let them go into eternity alone?
Lord, I've heard the millions cry And my life to Thee I give;
Winning souls for Thee, dear Lord, will be my goal.
Send me out to distant shores, Let me labor there and live,
Let me tell each one, "Christ careth for your soul!"
Chorus:
"No man careth for my soul," Thus cry the millions!
"No man careth for my soul," O hear their plea!
Won't you give your life today To spread the gospel,
So that Christ can save their souls and set them free?