Yes, my native land, I love thee; All thy scenes, I love them well; Friends, connections, happy country! Can I bid you all farewell? Can I leave you—can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell? Home! thy joys are passing lovely; Joys no stranger-heart can tell! Happy home! ’tis sure I love thee! Can I—can I say—Farewell? Can I leave you—can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell? Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, Holy days and Sabbath bell. Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure! Can I say a last farewell? Can I leave you—can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell? Yes! I hasten from you gladly, From the scenes I loved so well! Far away, ye billows, bear me; Lovely native land, farewell! Pleased I leave thee—pleased I leave thee Far in heathen lands to dwell. In the deserts let me labor, On the mountains let me tell How He died—the blessèd Savior— To redeem a world from hell! Let me hasten, let me hasten Far in heathen 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!