Good News Comes o’er the Sea

Good news comes o’er the sea

And tells of vic­to­ry there;

The hea­then bow the knee

In hum­ble

fer­vent pray­er;

Long wait­ed we to hear

The glo­ri­ous tid­ings come

Proclaiming vic­to­ry there

Where dark­ness reigned alone.

Rejoice

re­joice

Good news comes o’er the sea;

Rejoice

rejoice

Good news comes o’er the sea;

The glo­ri­ous Gos­pel light

In splen­dor shines to­day

Where naught but dark­est night

Fell on the hea­then’s way.

Brave Christ­ians heard the cry

That came across the sea

Come

help us

ere we die

Come

help us to be free.

They bade adieu to home

To friends and loved ones dear;

They crossed the ocean’s foam

They land­ed safe­ly there.

They raised the ban­ner bright

On Af­ric’s hos­tile shore

The hea­then saw a light

Where dark­ness reigned be­fore.

Oh

see them com­ing home!

The poor

de­grad­ed race!

The Mas­ter bids them come

To seek His sav­ing grace.

At Je­sus’ feet they fall;

To Heav’n they lift their cry;

He hears their sim­ple call—

He saves them ere they die.

Awake! the sun is high;

The Mas­ter’s call­ing you!

Why stand ye id­ly by?

There’s work for you to do!

Your trea­sures

pray­ers and tears

Go

lay at Je­sus’ feet;

And soon we’ll sing the song

Of vic­to­ry com­plete.