1 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.

Refrain:
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.

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]

4 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. [Refrain]