Hark, the Voice of Jesus Calling (March)

Hark

the voice of Je­sus call­ing

Who will go and work to­day?

Fields are ripe and har­vests wait­ing

Who will bear the sheaves away?

Long and loud the Mas­ter calls us

Rich re­ward He of­fers free;

Who will an­swer

glad­ly say­ing

Here am I

send me

send me?

If you can­not cross the ocean

And the dis­tant lands ex­plore

You can find the lost around you

You can help them at your door;

If you can­not give your thou­sands

You can give the wi­dow’s mite;

What you tru­ly give for Je­sus

Will be pre­cious in His sight.

If you can­not speak like an­gels

If you can­not preach like Paul

You can tell the love of Je­sus

You can say He died for all.

If you can­not rouse the wick­ed

With the judg­ment’s dread alarms

You can lead the lit­tle child­ren

To the Sav­ior’s wait­ing arms.

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 pray­ers and with your boun­ties

You can do what Heav­en de­mands;

You can be like faith­ful Aar­on

Holding up the pro­phet’s hands.

If among the old­er peo­ple

You may not be apt to teach

Feed My lambs

said Christ

our shep­herd

Place the food with­in their reach.

And it may be that the child­ren

You have led with trem­bling hand

Will be found among your jew­els

When you reach the bet­ter land.

Let none hear you id­ly say­ing

There is no­thing I can do.

While the lost of earth are dy­ing

And the Mas­ter calls for you;

Take the task He gives you glad­ly;

Let His work your plea­sure be;

Answer quick­ly when He calls you

Here am I

send me

send me.