1 On the shore beyond the sea,
Where the fields are bright and fair,
There's a call a plaintive plea,
I must hasten to be there.
Chorus:
Let me go, I cannot stay,
'Tis the Master calling me;
Let me go, I must obey;
Native land, farewell to thee.
2 Hark! I hear the Master say,
"Up, ye reapers! why so slow?"
To the vineyard, far away,
Earthly kindred, let me go. [Chorus]
3 Just beyond the rolling tide,
The uplifted hand I see;
Lo! the gates are open wide,
And the lost are calling me. [Chorus]
4 Father, mother, darling child,
I must bid you all adieu;
For across the waters wild,
There's a work for me to do. [Chorus]
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #546