Called To The Foreign Field
In the foreign, heathen countries where the people know not god
I am going there to preach his precious word
Where they bow to worship idols I am going there to stay
where I’ll labor in the vineyard of the lord
I’ll soon be with my loved ones in my happy heavenly home
even now the thought my soul with rapture thrills
so goodbye my friends and brethren for the time has come to go
I must leave you on the dear old battlefield
I am called to bear a message to the heathen far away
and for years over there a stranger I may roam
just to tell them of his savior who died to save them all
that’s the reason why I leave my native home
Many days I’ll climb the hillside in the sunshine and the rain
many days I’ll be in hunger and in thirst
just to tell them that our lord is coming back to earth again
with his gifts and blessings all as at the first
I will stand the trials and hardships just to tell them precious truths
that the gospel of our savior does contain
and if they will but obey them and be faithful ‘til the end
up in heaven we will meet you all again
We’ll not all be foreign laborers, but the time will soon arrive
when our mission we have faithfully fulfilled
when our message is delivered and ‘tis said of us ‘well done’
in triumph we’ll leave the dear old battlefield