Far away across the ocean
Comes a call for Gos­pel light;
Millions now are dy­ing dai­ly,
Lost in su­per­sti­tion’s night;
Let us give our­selves, our mo­ney—
Give it in abun­dant store,
But not for­get the hea­then
At our ve­ry door.

Refrain

Don’t for­get our bro­thers
Calling o’er the sea;
Don’t for­get the neigh­bors
Next to you and me;
We may ne­ver bear the mes­sage
To some nee­dy dist­ant shore,
But we can win the hea­then
At our ve­ry door.

We may ne­ver take the Gos­pel
Far away from our own home;
We may ne­ver leave our loved ones
Over land and sea to roam;
Darkest Af­ri­ca and In­dia
We per­haps will ne’er ex­plore,
But not for­get the hea­then
At our ve­ry door.

Refrain

Do not sigh to do some great thing
That will make your name re­sound
After you for years are sleep­ing
Underneath a lit­tle mound;
We will feel re­paid in Hea­ven,
When we reach that shin­ing shore,
If one is there to greet us,
Saved at our own door.

Refrain