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Praying Hyde

Give Me Souls, O God

Praying Hyde went forth to India’s land,
With an open Bible in his hand;
Not seeking riches, honour or fame,
But longing to magnify Jesus’ name.

He saw the lost and felt their need,
And prayed that Christ would save indeed;
His heart was burdened night and day,
So Hyde went down on his knees to pray.

“Give me souls, O God,” was his cry,
“Bring them to Jesus ere they die;
Open their hearts and let them see
The Christ who died on Calvary.”

When others rested through the night,
Hyde sought the Lord till morning light;
For love of God consumed his soul,
And seeing sinners saved his goal.

No earthly treasure could compare
With meeting Jesus alone in prayer;
No worldly honour could satisfy
The longing heart of Praying Hyde.

He loved his Saviour, Christ the Lord,
He trusted deeply in His Word;
And every soul that wandered far
Was precious to his Master’s heart.

His body weakened through the years,
Through toil and burdens, prayers and tears;
Yet still his heart desired one thing:
That precious souls might know the King.

The preacher’s voice will one day cease,
And earthly labour find its peace;
But prayers breathed out before God’s throne
May bear their fruit when we are gone.

So give us, Lord, that burden too,
A heart for souls, sincere and true;
Teach us to seek Thy face above,
And reach the lost with Christlike love.

Let churches pray as once they prayed,
And preach the Cross where Christ was laid;
Until our towns and nations hear
That Jesus Christ is drawing near.

O Lord, revive Thy Church again,
Send holy fire and cleansing rain;
Give us a heart that counts the cost—
A heart like Hyde’s that loves the lost.

“The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.”
— James 5:16

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         16th September 2026