1 O’er the ocean’s rolling waters,
From an eastern land today,
Comes a cry from heathen daughters,
“Save us ere we’re lost for aye”;
Loud we hear their voices crying,
Borne upon each floating breeze,
For their souls in sin are dying,
While we idly wait at ease.

Refrain:
Who will go, oh, who will go,
Bear the message o’er the sea?
Oh, who will go?

2 Home and friends to us seem nearer,
As we hear their pleading cry;
Native land seems even dearer—
Still in tears they moan and sigh;
“Will not someone leave his nation?
You are saved, but we are lost!”
Jesus died for all creation—
Who will come at any cost? [Refrain]

3 “Though your home and friends you cherish,
Will you not regard the cries
From the lips of those who perish,
As they rend the vaulted skies;
Many come with sect confusion,
Who themselves are in the night,
Bringing only more delusion;
Who will bring the gospel light?” [Refrain]

4 Go, my brother, o’er the ocean,
Leave behind all earthly dross;
Prove to God thy life’s devotion,
Lift the banner of His cross;
Jesus left His home in glory,
Died to set the captives free;
Go and tell the wondrous story,
Bear the message o’er the sea.[Refrain]