Over the ocean wave, far, far away,
There the poor hea­then live, wait­ing for day;
Groping in ig­no­rance, dark as the night,
No bless­èd Bi­ble to give them the light.

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Pity them, pi­ty them, Chris­tians at home,
Haste with the bread of life, hast­en and come.

Here in this hap­py land we have the light
Shining from God’s own Word,
Free, pure and bright;
Shall we not send to them Bi­bles to read,
Teachers, and preach­ers,
And all that they need?

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Then, while the miss­ion ships glad tid­ings bring,
List! as that hea­then band joy­ful­ly sing,
Over the ocean wave, oh, see them come,
Bringing the bread of life, guid­ing us home.

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