Far away in a land that is darker than night,
Deep shadows o’erspreading the sky,
In the isles of the sea for a Savior they wait—
For the touch of His hand they sigh.

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For the touch of His hand,
For the touch of His hand,
They wait in the isles of the rolling sea,
For the touch of His tender hand.

Unloved and uncherished, they sink into woe,
For comfort your hands could bestow;
O Savior, Thy heart must be breaking with grief,
Still calling for reapers to go.

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The Day-star is shedding His beautiful ray,
That each may be warmed and be blest;
Yet millions now perish from cold winter’s blast,
And die without comfort or rest.

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The hand that brought life to the lone widow’s son,
And healing in dear Galilee—
For that life giving touch they are calling afar,
They are calling to you and to me.

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