Go Ye to the Land of the Cedar and Vine

Go ye to the land

Of the ce­dar and vine

Where the an­gels came down

From their heav­en­ly train

Where the gar­den was fill­èd

With pre­sence divine

And the Sav­ior has trod­den

The val­ley and plain.

For a star hath aris­en

To shine through the gloom

And a life break­eth forth

From the verge of the tomb.

For a star hath aris­en

To shine through the gloom

And a life break­eth forth

From the verge of the tomb.

Go ye to the land

Of the jew­el and gem

Go ye to the stores

Of the ric­hest of pearl;

The light of sal­va­tion

Is giv­en to them

There ear­ly the banner

Of glo­ry un­furl;

Oh

go to the isles

Of the ocean’s wide breast

And tell them of Je­sus

And Heav­en and rest.

Go ye to the land

Of the olive

and teach

Of a peace which the world

Is not able to give;

To the flow­ery land

Where the mes­sage shall reach

The mill­ions that wait

In the Sav­ior to live;

Go ye to the land

Of ru­by and gold

And bid them the crown

Of re­demp­tion be­hold.

Go ye to the land

Where the Ethi­op roams

And stretch­es his long

Fettered hand un­to God;

Oh! tell them of Heav­en

And point to the homes

Where nev­er the foot

Of op­press­ions hath trod;

And the de­sert shall bloom

And the bar­ren shall sing

And the wil­der­ness forth

Into beau­ty shall spring.