DISTANT SHORES
Distant shores beckon your servants
Gone ovet the sea and wave
To shine for Christ like golden sun.
O', Preacher, speak the Woed of God
To Thy humble people.
O', Preacher, shine with bright eyes
For all to see, the guilded message proclaiming.
O' Servant, with God's Book in hand
Teach the strong nation to cleave to Thee.
O', Fisher of Men, throw out the Loves' net...
To bring in the wayward, the exhausted.
O' Potter of Potters, let your perfect work of patience
Yield a rich harvest...
O', Servant, without the Mark on your hand or brow,
Preach the good Word of Christ.
O' Sinner, repent and leave behind
The wave, wind and hard times.
The cleansing Blood is setting you free.
Cross the bridge to Christ
To a sweet, sweet Home-coming
And a thousand years of peace in Christs' Kingdom.
Take this one big step... ...
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