The Master Comes! He Calls for Thee

The Mas­ter comes! He calls for thee—

Go forth at His al­migh­ty word

Obedient to His last com­mand

And tell to those who nev­er heard

Who sit in deep­est shades of night

That Christ has come to give them light.

The Mas­ter calls! Arise and go;

How blest His mes­sen­ger to be!

He

who hath giv­en thee li­ber­ty

Now bids thee set the cap­tives free;

Proclaim His migh­ty pow­er to save

Who for the world His life­blood gave.

The Mas­ter calls! Shall not thy heart

In warm re­spons­ive love re­ply

Lord

here am I; send me

send me

Thy will­ing slave

to live or die—

An in­stru­ment un­fit in­deed

Yet Thou wilt give me what I need?

And if thou canst not go

yet bring

An of­fer­ing of a will­ing heart;

Then

though thou tar­ri­est at home

Thy God shall give thee too thy part;

The mes­sen­gers of peace up­bear

In cease­less and pre­vail­ing pray­er.

Short is the time for serv­ice true

For soon shall dawn that glo­ri­ous day

When

all the har­vest ga­thered in

Each faith­ful heart shall hear Him say

My child

well done! your toil is o’er—

Enter My joy for­ev­er­more.