Across the ocean wide,
That seeps the Ori­ent strand,
There hea­then night abides,
Tho’ beau­te­ous is the land;
And hu­man hearts are there,
And hu­man need is great:
To save them from des­pair,
Why will you long­er wait?

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Go, bear to them the news,
No long­er make ex­cuse;
The Lord’s com­mand ob­ey,
Go work, go work to­day.
Go, seek to save the lost,
Nor wait to count the cost;
The Mas­ter of the vine­yard
Will your toil re­pay.

In this, our land so fair,
By hea­then foot un­trod,
Where point the spires in air,
’Neath which we wor­ship God,
Are souls from Christ as­tray,
Are eyes with weep­ing dim;
Go, search for them to­day,
And lead them back to Him.

Refrain

There is so much to do,
Abroad, and here at home;
The Lord hath need of you
To help His king­dom come;
To work, to give, to pray,
To la­bor, not in vain,
To bring that glo­ri­ous day,
When He shall come again.

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