Our Mission Field at Home

How ma­ny in our fa­vored land

This ho­ly day pro­fane;

Neglect the Sav­ior’s gra­cious call

And take His name in vain;

Then while we pray for hea­then climes

Far o’er the crys­tal foam

O let us ev­er bear in mind

Our mis­sion field at home.

Our mis­sion field at home

Our mis­sion field at home;

May each and all re­mem­ber still

Our mis­sion field at home.

Go feed My lambs

our Sav­ior said

And bring them to My fold;

For us the same com­mand is giv’n

As then to him of old;

While oth­ers toil for dy­ing souls

Far o’er the ocean’s foam

Be ours to wave its no­ble cause

Our mis­sion field at home.

How ma­ny a poor ne­glect­ed child

With plead­ing eye we meet;

A gen­tle word might hi­ther guide

Its lit­tle wan­der­ing feet;

A pre­cious lamb

that God may bless

Beneath this hal­lowed dome

Then let us ev­er bear in mind

Our mis­sion field at home.