The Heathen at Your Door

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.

Refrain:
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]

Source: His Worthy Praise #84

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #9972