In lands far away o’er the sea, There are nations who never have heard Any mention, dear Savior, of Thee, And we long so to send them the word. Refrain Blessèd Word, blessèd Word, Thou’rt life to the soul that has heard; Blessèd Word, blessèd Word, Blessèd Word, Thou’rt life to the soul that has heard. They bow to their idols of stone, To their idols of silver and gold; But to worship the Savior alone They never, alas! have been told. Refrain In sorrow they pass to the grave, Thro’ the valley of sin and of woe; Yet our Jesus is waiting to save If only to Him they will go. Refrain His servants are hastening to bear Precious tidings of life o’er the sea; We will join them in labor and prayer, Happy workers for Jesus are we. Refrain