657 - On the Shore Beyond the Sea

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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.

Let me go, I cannot stay,
'Tis the Master calling me;
Let me go, I must obey;
Native land, farewell to thee.

Hark! I hear the Master say,
"Up, ye reapers! why so slow?"
To the vineyard, far away,
Earthly kindred, let me go.

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

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