Lord, Send Me (Spencer)

There is much to do

There’s work on ev­ery hand;

Hark! the cry for help

Comes ring­ing thro’ the land;

Jesus calls for reap­ers

I must ac­tive be;

What wilt Thou

O Mas­ter?

Here am I

send me.

Here am I; Lord

send me;

Here am I

rea­dy at Thy bid­ding

Lord send me!

There’s the plaint­ive cry

Of mourn­ing souls dis­tressed

And the sigh of hearts

Who seek but find no rest;

These should have my love

And ten­der sym­pa­thy;

Ready at Thy bid­ding

Here am I

send me.

There are hun­ger­ing souls

Who cry aloud for bread;

With the Bread of Life

They’re long­ing to be fed;

Shall they starve and fam­ish

While a feast is free?

I must be more faith­ful;

Here am I

send me.

There are souls who lin­ger

On the brink of woe;

Lord

I must not

can­not

Bear to let them go;

Let me go and tell them

Brother

turn and flee;

Master

I would save them;

Here am I

send me.