Missionary’s Farewell (EN 3126)

EN 3126 Missionary’s Farewell

Matt.21.28

Versi Version 1

Far away, beyond the sea,

Where the fields are bright and fair,

There’s a call, a plaintive plea;

I must hasten to be there.

Let me go, I cannot stay,

’Tis the Master calling me;

Let me go, I must obey;

Native land, farewell to thee.

Hark! I hear the Master say,

“Up, ye reapers! why so slow?”

To the vineyard far away,

Earthly kindred, let me go.

Just beyond the rolling tide

The uplifted hand I see;

Lo! the gates are open wide,

And the lost are calling me.

Father, mother, sister dear,

I must bid you all adieu;

Hark! the call is sounding clear,

There’s a work for me to do.

Bear me on, thou restless sea,

Let the winds the canvas swell;

Afric’s shore I long to see, [substitute name of country to suit]

Native land, farewell, farewell.