← Missionary's Farewell Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 1264

Missionary's Farewell

On the shore (on the shore) beyond the sea,

1

On the shore (on the shore) beyond the sea,Where the fields (where the fields) are bright and fair,There's a call (there's a call), a plaintive plea,I must hast-(I must hast-)en to be there.

Chorus.

Let me go, I cannot stay,'T is the Master calling me;Let me go, I must obey;Native land, farewell to thee (farewell to thee).

2

Hark! I hear (Hark! I hear) the Master say,"Up, ye reap-(up, ye reap-)ers! why so slow?"To the vine-(to the vine-)yard, far away,Earthly kin-(earthly kin-)dred, let me go.

3

Just beyond (just beyond) the rolling tide,The uplift-(the uplift-)ed hand I see;Lo l the gates (lo! the gates) are open wide,And the lost (and the lost) are calling me.

4

Father, moth-(father, moth-)er, darling child,I must bid (I must bid) you all adieu;Far across (far across) the waters wild,There's a work (there's a work) for me to do.