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.