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657 ~ On the Shore Beyond the Sea

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.


Refrain

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.

3

Just beyond the rolling tide, The uplifted hand I see; Lo! the gates are open wide, And the lost are calling me.

4

Father, mother, darling child, I must bid you all adieu; Far across the waters wild, There's a work for me to do.