1. Come, all ye scattered race, and the Savior's love embrace;
You may see His smiling face yet, with care,
He is on the giving hand; will you come at His command?
And you will with angels stand, over there.
Over there, over there, there's a land of pure delight over there
We will lay our burdens down, and at Jesus' side sit down,
And will wear a starry crown, over there.
2. We are going through the land as a missionary band
TO lead sinners by the hand to Christ's care,
That salvation He may give, and they turn to Him and live
In that happy world of light over there.
3. O consider our stand, when He took us by the hand
From that dreadful bar of sand to His care.
And He placed us on the rock, now He owns us for His book.
And we are marching to His fold over there.