Remember all the peo­ple
Who live in far off lands
In strange and love­ly ci­ties
Or roam the de­sert sands,
Or farm the mount­ain pas­tures
Or till the end­less plains
Where child­ren wade through rice fields
And watch the ca­mel trains.

Some work in sul­try for­ests
Where apes swing to and fro,
Some fish in migh­ty ri­vers,
Some hunt across the snow.
Remember all God’s child­ren,
Who yet have ne­ver heard
The truth that comes from Je­sus,
The glo­ry of His Word.

God bless the men and wo­men
Who serve Him ov­er­seas;
God raise up more to help them
To set the na­tions free,
Till all the dist­ant peo­ple
In ev­ery for­eign place
Shall un­der­stand His king­dom,
And come in­to His grace.