Hark! the voice of Jesus calling,
“Who
will go and work today?
Fields
are white, the harvest waiting,
Who
will bear the sheaves away?”
Loud
and long the Master calleth,
Rich
reward He offers free;
Who
will answer, gladly saying,
“Here
am I, Lord, send me”?
2
If
you cannot cross the ocean
And
the heathen lands explore
You
can find the heathen nearer,
You
can help them at your door;
If
you cannot speak like angels,
If
you cannot preach like Paul,
You
can tell the love of God Jesus,
You
can say He died for all.
3
If
you cannot be the watchman,
Standing
high on Zion’s wall,
Pointing
out the path to heaven,
Offering
life and peace to all;
With
your prayer and with your bounties
You
can do what Heaven demands,
You
can be like faithful Aaron,
Holding
up the prophet’s hands.
4
While
the souls of men are dying,
And
the Master calls for you.
Let
none hear you idly saying,
“There
is nothing I can do!”
Gladly
take the task He gives you,
Let
His work your pleasure be;
Answer
quickly when He calleth,
“Here
am I, O Lord, send me.”