1 From afar, across the waters,
Where Atlantic's billows roar,
Lashed by hurricanes to fury
On the sands of Afric's shore,
Sweeps the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.

2 From across the wide Pacific,
From the heart of Asia vast--
Asia, cradle of the nations,
Like a stirring bugle blast
Bursts the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.

3 From the lands on India's ocean,
Breeders of the hot simoon,
Mothering their dying millions,
Tolling like the bells of doom,
Rolls the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.

4 From the sea-engirdled islands
On the east and on the west,
With the bread of life unnourished,
By the truth of God unblest,
Breaks the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.

5 From the realms which rest ashiver
Far along the polar deeps,
Where the frightful, frozen horror
Watch in awful silence keeps,
Falls the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.

6 Northward, southward, eastward, westward,
Mournful as a funeral wail,
Shouting, shrieking, sobbing, sighing,
On the breeze and on the gale,
Rides the cry of Macedonia:
Come and help us, come and help us.