Wandering far from the Shep­herd away,
Perishing far from the fold,
Many the sheep that are dy­ing to­day,
Dying away in the cold.
Wandering out on the mount­ain so drear;
Dying away from the Shep­herd so dear;
Longing, it may be, His sweet voice to hear;
Dying away from the fold.

Refrain

Perishing now, per­ish­ing now,
Perishing far from the fold;
Perishing now, per­ish­ing now,
Perishing far from the fold;

Jesus, to save them, from Heav­en came down;
Suffered for them on the tree,
Leaving His heav­en­ly man­sion and crown;
Wonderful! How could it be?
Leaving His scep­ter and ci­ty of gold;
Welcoming sor­row and tor­ture un­told;
All to bring wan­der­ers back to the fold;
Dying for you and for me.

Refrain

Speed with the Gos­pel, His man­date ob­ey;
Preach it to all of the world;
Herald it quick­ly, no long­er de­lay;
Tell it to all of the world;
Preach it, eter­ni­ty’s night draw­eth near;
Preach it, for news of His com­ing we hear;
Preach it, for soon our Lord King will ap­pear;
Preach it to all of the world.

Refrain

India’s wait­ing the mes­sage to hear,
Message of joy and of love;
Africa’s wait­ing for Je­sus to cheer,
Tidings from Heav­en ab­ove;
Isles of the ocean are wait­ing for light;
Japan and Chi­na are merg­ing from night,
Waiting to wel­come the heav­en­ly light,
Coming from Heav­en ab­ove.

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