1 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,
Far in distant lands to dwell?
2 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 thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
3 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,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly,
From the scenes I love so well,
Far away, ye billows, bear me;
Lovely, native land, farewell!
Pleased I leave thee--
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
5 In the deserts let me labor,
On the mountains let me tell
How He died—the blessed Saviour—
To redeem a world from hell!
Let me hasten, Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvas swell;
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence do dwell:
Glad I leave thee,
Native land, farewell! farewell!
Source: The Book of Worship #393