O’er the ocean’s roll­ing waters,
From an east­ern land to­day,
Comes a cry from hea­then daugh­ters,
Save us ere we’re lost for aye.
Loud we hear their voic­es cry­ing,
Borne up­on each float­ing breeze;
For their souls in sin are dy­ing,
While we id­ly wait at ease.

Refrain

Who will go, oh, who will go,
Bear the mes­sage o’er the sea?
Oh, who will go?

Home and friends to us seem near­er
As we hear their plead­ing cry;
Native land seems even dear­er—
Still in tears they moan and sigh.
Will not some one leave his na­tion?
You are saved, but we are lost!
Jesus died for all cre­ation—
Who will come at any cost?

Refrain

Tho’ your home and friends you cher­ish,
Will you not re­gard the cries
From the lips of those who per­ish,
As they rend the vault­ed skies?
Many come with sect con­fu­sion
Who them­selves are in the night,
Bringing only more de­lu­sion:
Who will bring the Gos­pel light?

Refrain

Go, my bro­ther, o’er the ocean,
Leave be­hind all earth­ly dross,
Prove to God thy life’s de­vo­tion,
Lift the ban­ner of His cross.
Jesus left His home in glo­ry,
Died to set the cap­tives free;
Go and tell the won­drous sto­ry,
Bear the mes­sage o’er the sea.

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