God’s words to thee are spok­en:
Go forth, the fields to reap;
His pro­mise is His to­ken
That He thy soul will keep.
Heed not what voice may call thee,
Turn not one hour aside;
Though world and flesh en­tice thee,
Do thou in Christ con­fide.

He calls; why shouldst thou lin­ger?
The har­vest fields are white;
Should doubt or dan­ger hin­der,
Walk thou in God’s own light.
Go where and when He sends thee;
His will seek thou to know;
Thy God will ev­er lead thee,
And ev­ery step will show.

To all who go, obey­ing,
Rich pro­mis­es He gives;
All needed strength con­vey­ing,
From Him who ev­er lives.
Thy way is straight be­fore thee;
The gates are all un­barred;
While migh­ty love im­pels thee,
No path­way will be hard.

Go where the lost are dy­ing,
Because of guilt and sin;
Go, on love’s pin­ions fly­ing,
For Christ the world to win.
His grace will e’er sus­tain thee,
His strength shall thee en­shrine;
No foe shall e’er o’er­whelm thee,
While Christ the Lord is thine.