1 Far away across the ocean comes a call for Gospel light;
Millions now are dying daily, lost in superstition’s night;
Let us give ourselves, our money—give it in abundant store,
But not forget the heathen at our very door.
Don’t forget our brothers calling o’er the sea;
Don’t forget the neighbors next to you and me;
We may never bear the message to some needy distant shore,
But we can win the heathen at our very door.
2 We may never take the Gospel far away from our own home;
We may never leave our loved ones over land and sea to roam;
Darkest Africa and India we perhaps will ne’er explore,
But not forget the heathen at our very door. [Refrain]
3 Do not sigh to do some great thing that will make your name resound
After you for years are sleeping underneath a little mound;
We will feel repaid in Heaven, when we reach that shining shore,
If one is there to greet us, saved at our own door. [Refrain]
Herbert Buffum was born in La Fayette, Illinois 13 November 1879. He became a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He started preaching at seventeen years of age. He did city mission work up and down the Pacific Coast and later in small towns in Kansas. He began publishing hymns at the age of eighteen.
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Display Title: The Heathen At Your DoorFirst Line: Far away across the ocean comes a call for Gospel lightTune Title: [Far away across the ocean]Author: Herbert BuffumSource: His Worthy Praise by Edmund S. Lorenz and Ira B. Wilson (Dayton: Lorenz Publishing Comapny, 1915)