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The missionary’s farewell.
Yes, my native land, I love thee;
And all thy scenes, I love them well:
Home and friends, and happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I—can I say, farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly;
To the strangers let me tell
How he died—the blesséd Saviour—
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,
From the scenes I love so well:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell!
S. F. Smith.