Missionary’s Farewell

Far away

be­yond the sea

Where the fields are bright and fair

There’s a call

a plaint­ive plea;

I must hast­en to be there.

Let me go

I can­not stay

’Tis the Mas­ter call­ing me;

Let me go

I must ob­ey;

Native land

fare­well to thee.

Hark! I hear the Mas­ter say

Up

ye reap­ers! why so slow?

To the vine­yard far away

Earthly kin­dred

let me go.

Just be­yond the roll­ing tide

The up­lift­ed hand I see;

Lo! the gates are op­en wide

And the lost are call­ing me.

Father

mo­ther

sis­ter dear

I must bid you all ad­ieu;

Hark! the call is sound­ing clear

There’s a work for me to do.

Bear me on

thou rest­less sea

Let the winds the can­vas swell;

Afric’s shore I long to see

[substitute name of coun­try to suit]

Native land

fare­well

fare­well.