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To the regions beyond
I must go, I must go
Where the story has
never been told;
To the millions that never
have heard of His love,
I must tell the sweet story of old.
To the regions beyond
I must go, I must go,
Till the world, all the world,
His salvation shall know.
To the hardest of places
He calls me to go,
Never thinking of comfort or ease;
The world may pronounce me
a dreamer, a fool,
Enough if the Master I please.
To the regions beyond
I must go, I must go,
Till the world, all the world,
His salvation shall know.
Oh, you that are spending
your leisure and powers
In those pleasures
so foolish and fond;
Awake from your selfishness,
folly and sin,
And go to the regions beyond.
To the regions beyond
I must go, I must go,
Till the world, all the world,
His salvation shall know.
There are other “lost sheep”
that the Master must bring,
And to them must
the message be told;
He sends me to gather them
out of all lands,
And welcome them
back to His fold.
To the regions beyond
I must go, I must go,
Till the world, all the world,
His salvation shall know.
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Meter:
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12 9 12 9 and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 10:16;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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TO THE REGIONS ABOVE
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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