The Regions Beyond

To the re­gions be­yond

I must go

I must go

Where the sto­ry has nev­er been told;

To the mill­ions that nev­er have heard of His love

I must tell the sweet sto­ry of old.

To the re­gions be­yond I must go

I must go

Till the world

all the world

His sal­va­tion shall know.

To the hard­est of plac­es

He calls me to go

Never think­ing of com­fort or ease;

The world may pro­nounce me a dream­er

a fool

Enough if the Mas­ter I please.

Oh

you that are spend­ing

Your lei­sure and pow­ers

In those plea­sures so fool­ish and fond;

Awake from your self­ish­ness

fol­ly and sin

And go to the re­gions be­yond.

There are oth­er lost sheep

That the Mas­ter must bring

And to them must the mes­sage be told;

He sends me to ga­ther them out of all lands

And welc­ome them back to His fold.