Words: (1812-1873).

Music: Evan, , 1847; ar­ranged by in the New Car­mi­na Sacr­a (Bos­ton, Mass­a­chu­setts: 1850).

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Our Savior’s voice is soft and sweet
When, bending from above,
He bids us gather round His feet,
And calls us by His love.

But while our thankful hearts rejoice
That thus He bids us come,
“Jesus!” we cry with pleading voice,
“Bring heathen wand’rers home.”

They never heard the Savior’s Name,
They have not learned His way;
They do not know His grace Who came
To take their sins away.

Dear Savior, let the joyful sound
In distant lands be heard;
And, oh! wherever sin is found,
Send forth Thy pardoning Word.

And if our lips may breathe a prayer,
Though raised in trembling fear,
Oh! let Thy grace our hearts prepare,
And choose some heralds here.