In the deserts let me labor;
On the mountains let me tell
How he died, the blessed Savior,
To redeem a world from hell;
Let me hasten, let me hasten,
Far in distant lands to dwell.

Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvas swell;
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell;
Glad I bid thee, Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell.

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