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On the Shore Beyond the Sea
Verse 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.
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.
'Tis the Master calling me;
Let me go, I must obey;
Native land, farewell to thee.
Verse 2
Hark! I hear the Master say,
"Up, ye reapers! why so slow?"
To the vineyard, far away,
Earthly kindred, let me go.
"Up, ye reapers! why so slow?"
To the vineyard, far away,
Earthly kindred, let me go.
Verse 3
Just beyond the rolling tide,
The uplifted hand I see;
Lo! the gates are open wide,
And the lost are calling me.
The uplifted hand I see;
Lo! the gates are open wide,
And the lost are calling me.
Verse 4
Father, mother, darling child,
I must bid you all adieu;
Far across the waters wild,
There's a work for me to do.
I must bid you all adieu;
Far across the waters wild,
There's a work for me to do.