O Master, When Thou Callest

O Mas­ter

when Thou call­est

No voice may say Thee nay

For blest are they that fol­low

Where Thou dost lead the way;

In fresh­est prime of morn­ing

Or full­est glow of noon

The note of heav­en­ly warn­ing

Can nev­er come too soon.

O Mas­ter

when Thou call­est

No heart may dare re­fuse;

’Tis hon­or

high­est hon­or

When Thou dost deign to use;

Our bright­est and our fair­est

Our dear­est—all are thine;

Thou who for each one car­est

We hail Thy love’s de­sign.