Burmah

A voice that I hear

across the sea

Sings the sweet­est songs of the east to me;

It sings of a land where bright suns glow

And the beau­ti­ful blos­soms of Bur­mah blow.

Hear it say

hear it say

Come to the beau­ti­ful land away!

Hear it say

hear it say

Come to the beau­ti­ful land!

Oh! hark to the song that o’er the seas

Softly flows along on the sum­mer breeze;

Oh list­en

and ming­ling with its flow

You will hear the sad wail­ing of pain and woe.

Hear it say

hear it say

Sitting in dark­ness we wait for day!

Hear it say

hear it say

Sitting in dark­ness we wait!

For

un­der the palm trees’ love­ly shade

There the dread­ful shrine of the id­ol’s made;

The land of the east is bright and fair

But sor­row

and sin and death are there.

Hear it say

hear it say

Come

in the night of our need

away!

Hear it say

hear it say

Come in the night of our need!

Oh

child­ren of God

from east and west

So the hea­then come to the heav­en­ly rest!

And Bur­mah be­seech­ing­ly begs to­day

That you pi­ty and help her and show the way.

Hear her say

hear her say

Come

ye

and lead us to God

we pray!

Hear it say

hear it say

Come

ye

and lead us to God!