Our Sav­ior’s voice is soft and sweet
When, bend­ing from above,
He bids us ga­ther round His feet,
And calls us by His love.

But while our thank­ful hearts re­joice
That thus He bids us come,
Je­sus! we cry with plead­ing voice,
Bring hea­then wan­d’rers home.

They ne­ver heard the Sav­ior’s name,
They have not learned His way;
They do not know His grace who came
To take their sins away.

Dear Sav­ior, let the joy­ful sound
In dis­tant lands be heard;
And, oh! wher­ev­er sin is found,
Send forth Thy par­don­ing Word.

And if our lips may breathe a pray­er,
Though raised in trem­bling fear,
Oh! let Thy grace our hearts pre­pare,
And choose some her­alds here.