Lyrics

I hear a cry in the silent night ’Ere the dawn breaks cold and grey:
It fills my soul with strange delight, Though it sounds so far away

Chours:
Allah, Hu Akbar! Comes the call Allah, Hu Akbar, there!
Allah, Hu Akbar, one and all Ye faithful come to prayer!

Again ’tis heard at the noontide hour When Nature’s bright and gay
It seems that bird and tree and flow’r Burst forth in roundelay

Again I hear it as day declines And the labourer’s task is o’er!
Its echoes stir the lofty pines And above the city’s roar.

When the sun goes down ’tis heard again
When the weary seek their rest,
When clouds fly past, and a sound of rain
Comes sobbing from the west;

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! Comes the call Allah, Hu Akbar, there!
Allah, Hu Akbar, one and all Despise the call who dare!