Yes, my native land, I love thee;

And all thy scenes, I love them well:

Home and friends, and happy country,

Can I bid you all farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,

Holy days and Sabbath bell,

Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,

Can I—can I say, farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly;

To the strangers let me tell

How he died—the blesséd Saviour—

To redeem a world from hell:

Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,

From the scenes I love so well:

Heaves my heart with warm emotion

While I go far hence to dwell:

Glad I bid thee,

Native land, farewell, farewell!