Over the Ocean Wave

Over the ocean wave

far

far away

There the poor hea­then live

wait­ing for day;

Groping in ig­no­rance

dark as the night

No bless­èd Bi­ble to give them the light.

Pity them

pi­ty them

Christ­ians at home

Haste with the bread of life

hast­en and come.

Here in this hap­py land we have the light

Shining from God’s own Word

Free

pure and bright;

Shall we not send to them Bi­bles to read

Teachers

and preach­ers

And all that they need?

Then

while the miss­ion ships glad tid­ings bring

List! as that hea­then band joy­ful­ly sing

Over the ocean wave

oh

see them come

Bringing the bread of life

guid­ing us home.