CHORUS. D. C.
1 0 come, all ye scattered race,
And the Savior's love embrace;
You may see his smiling face yet with care.
He is on the giving hand,
Will you come at his command?
And you '11 with the angels stand, over there.
Over there, over there,
There's a land of pure delight, over there;
We will lay our burdens down,
And at Jesus' side sit down,
And we '11 wear a starry crown, over there.
2 We are going through the land,
As a missionary band,
Leading sinners by the hand to Christ's care,
That salvation he may give;
And they turn to him and live,
In the pretty world of light, over there.
3 O consider our stand,
When he took us by the hand,
From that dreadful bar of sand to his care.
And he placed us on the rock,
And he owns us for his flock,
And we 're marching to his fold, over there.
4 Yes, he went to Calvary,
And they nailed him on the tree,
That poor sinners such as we he might spare
From the bitter prayers of death;
He did with his dying breath,
Seal us everlasting rest over there.