Across the sea 's a heathen land,
Pray hasten friends and lend a hand;
Pray go as fast as feet can plod,
And tell them of a risen God.

May love for home stay thee no more;
The gospel spread from shore to shore,
Till ignorance from them will flee,
Until the world can say I'm free.

Move on, my friends, why stand you here,
The Saviour lives, what need you fear;
Go preach My word tell them of Me,
The Saviour sayeth, I'm with thee.