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Far away in a land
that is darker than night,
With never a star in the sky,
In the isles of the sea
for a Savior they wait—
For the touch of His hand they sigh.
For the touch of His hand,
For the touch of His hand,
They wait in the isles
of the rolling sea
For the touch of His tender hand.
Unloved and uncherished
they sink into woe
For comfort your hands
could bestow;
O Savior, Thy heart
must be breaking with grief,
Still calling for reapers to go.
For the touch of His hand,
For the touch of His hand,
They wait in the isles
of the rolling sea
For the touch of His tender hand.
The Daystar is shedding
His beautiful rays
That each may be warmed
and be blest;
Yet millions now perish
from cold winter’s blast,
And die without comfort or rest.
For the touch of His hand,
For the touch of His hand,
They wait in the isles
of the rolling sea
For the touch of His tender hand.
The Hand that brought life
to the lone widow’s son,
And healing in dear Galilee—
For its life-giving touch
they are calling afar,
They are calling to you and to me.
For the touch of His hand,
For the touch of His hand,
They wait in the isles
of the rolling sea
For the touch of His tender hand.
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