Called to Foreign Fields

In the for­eign hea­then coun­try

Where the peo­ple know not God

I am go­ing there to preach His pre­cious word

Where they bow to wor­ship id­ols

I am go­ing there to stay

Where I’ll la­bor in the vine­yard of the Lord.

O

I’ll soon be with my loved ones

In my hap­py

heav­en­ly home;

Even now the thought my soul with rap­ture thrills;

So

good­bye

my friends and breth­ren

For my time has come to go

I must leave you on the dear

old bat­tle­field.

I am called to bear a mes­sage

To the hea­then far away

And for years

o’er there a strang­er

I may roam

Just to tell them of a Sav­ior

One who died to save them all;

That’s the rea­son why I leave my na­tive home.

Many days I’ll climb the hill­sides

In the sun­shine and the rain

Many days I’ll be in hun­ger and in thirst

Just to tell them that our Lord is

Coming back to earth again

With His gifts and bless­ings all as at the first.

I will stand the tri­al and hard­ships

Just to tell them pre­cious truths

That the Gos­pel of our Sav­ior doth con­tain

And if they will but ob­ey them

And be faith­ful to the end

Up in Heav­en we will meet you all again.

We’ll not all be for­eign la­bor­ers

But the time will soon ar­rive

When our mis­sion we have faith­ful­ly ful­filled

When our mes­sage is de­li­vered

And ‘tis said of us

Well done

Then in tri­umph we’ll de­part the bat­tle­field.