Yes, my na­tive land, I love thee;
All thy scenes, I love them well;
Friends, con­nect­ions, hap­py coun­try!
Can I bid you all fare­well?
Can I leave you—can I leave you,
Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Home! thy joys are pass­ing love­ly;
Joys no stran­ger-heart can tell!
Happy home! ’tis sure I love thee!
Can I—can I say—Fare­well?
Can I leave you—can I leave you,
Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Scenes of sac­red peace and plea­sure,
Holy days and Sa­bbath bell.
Richest, bright­est, sweet­est tre­asure!
Can I say a last fare­well?
Can I leave you—can I leave you,
Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Yes! I hast­en from you glad­ly,
From the scenes I loved so well!
Far away, ye bil­lows, bear me;
Lovely na­tive land, fare­well!
Pleased I leave thee—pleased I leave thee
Far in he­athen lands to dwell.

In the de­serts let me la­bor,
On the mount­ains let me tell
How He died—the bless­èd Sav­ior—
To re­deem a world from hell!
Let me hast­en, let me hast­en
Far in hea­then lands to dwell.

Bear me on, thou rest­less ocean;
Let the winds my can­vas swell—
Heaves my heart with warm emo­tion,
While I go far hence to dwell.
Glad I bid thee, glad I bid thee,
Native land! Fare­well—Far­ewell!