Far beyond the dark blue sea,
Many lit­tle child­ren dwell,
In a land of mi­se­ry,
Where no gen­tle voic­es tell
Those glad tid­ings which im­part
Joy and com­fort to the heart.

But they bend, from day to day,
To their gods, of wood and stone,
For the Gos­pel’s cheer­ing ray
Has not made the Sav­ior known;
Few the beams of heav’n­ly light
Shining in their dread­ful night.

Children dear, if you have found
Pardon through the Sav­ior’s blood,
Seek to spread the joy­ful sound,
Seek to bring their souls to God;
Share those bless­ings rich and true,
Which He kind­ly gives to you.