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 mill­ons 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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