"Allah! Hu Akbar!"

I hear a cry in the silent night.
	Ere the dawn breaks cold and grey;
It fills my soul with strange delight,
	Tho' it sounds so far away.
		Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
		Ye faithful, come to prayer!

I hear it again at noontide hour,
	When Nature is bright and gay;
It seems as if bird, and tree, and flow'r
	Burst forth in joy's roundelay.
		Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
		Ye faithful, come to prayer!

I hear it again as day declines,
	And the labourer's task is o'er!
Its echoes stir the lofty pines
	And above the city's roar.
		Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
		Ye faithful, come to prayer!

When the sun goes down I hear it again,
	When the weary seek their rest,
When clouds fly past, and a sound of rain
	Comes sobbing out of the west;
And, oh! it is a glorious strain
	With which my soul is blest.
		Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
		Ye faithful, come to prayer!

By night and day, by eve and morn,
	The call rings in mine ears:
It can admonish, it can warn,
	Can rouse, or calm our fears.
Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
	Despise the call who dare!
		Allah, Hu Akbar! Allah, Hu Akbar!
		Ye faithful, come to prayer!